If it is Wednesday, then it is time for Avenues and Poetry

Godly Foibles, In Fresco Of Silence

Abandoned

And befallen – gods of no-land

Trespass the moon

So black

In a fresco of deep silence

Like a solo drop

Of dusk – as godly foibles

As if dying

In lowly fables

Shredded

And so camouflaged,

Nocturnal truth

Of infernal desires speaking afar

At a remove

From the earthly soil

Thus spoke

The spell of oracular lies

As the gods fumbled

In celestial fuss to reverberate

In teardrop shadows

- unfettering hundreds of lives

From the fiasco

Of unholy war as lowly

As godly disdain

Forbidden far from the heaven

Thus,

As the fresco of silence

Smacking

- of an epic delusion

Dies a demise

Of godly death, forthwith

And the fiasco ends there

In godly foibles

And in godly disdain...

As god dies

A demise of oracular truths, as if

A non sequitar…

In a fresco of silence.

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Glass Onion: Like Dying of Not One’s Own Tears and Pains

Evolving

And revolving

Tears

Break out

In words -

And in a shell

Of war

As if

Flowers do create

Flirty words

To recreate a war

Spirally

To pursue the woolen silence

In a facsimile

Of your womb's cry

To defoliate

The burdens of child-bearing

In a leafy foliage

Like in

A dragging spiral

Of glass onion

You revolve and evolve,

To degenerate -

In a famished world

Breaking apart

Around you and for you

To part with

Your long testament

As so written

Inside you, outside you

What you do

Is what you conceive

To be deceived

Lonely by your world

Of famished womb

To evolve

In a brewing nutshell

Of glass onion

Taking and talking

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A Philosopher Who Will Not Undress His Biased Panting

I say, "you, the bikini bower

had aborted the long fever with the troubled philosopher,

from the beginning to the end he eloped you

with the idea of etching a chiaroscuro that never meets the end

to write off the Socratic paradox

in a singly drawn excalibur that keeps the lid off the paradigm

Shifting from one begging point to another, so often..."

You say, "who will undress

his biased panting, bubbles of freedom

to stop the lotus-eaters to argue?

where is that gullible cockatoo to herald the dawn

of thousand mannequins shopdressing

in the harem of logics and logistics to fanfare

the beauty of ugliness, of malice

in pornography of parallax as there is no one

to sever me from the poetics of sophism..."

The philosopher as if troubled

by the flesh of nihilism that freedom dares not

to cross the Rubicon - says nothing so

to harshly put down - his crown of glory

brandishing his scimitar of solipsism to scare the scarecrow

in an abiding bid to conquer the Plato's republic

as if in a whispering power of hegemony...

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Kamaruzzaman (photo provided)

A few years ago, Kamaruzzaman briefly shared some of his background: 

"Actually I am from a very mediaeval village in West Bengal (India) and was brought up in a very conservative economic and cultural ambienc and just to earn a decent living, I had to give up my formal education in science before reaching my goal. Years back, I edited a polemical journal DWANDWIK (The Dialectics,) but once my conscience awakened me to the questions like what for I am doing it or whom for I am doing it, I stopped it along with my writing habit. All at once and plunged myself with all my existence and essence into the void of nihilism. Yes, I am out and a Nihilist. After opting out from my banking service I started writing again starting with the philosophy of Socrates who is my pet philosopher. Now I am fully engaged in translating Latin American literature. A few books have already been published and a few more will get out soon. I have a special fascination for writing poetry in my native language Bengali and in English as well. Reading my poetry one can feel conspicuous touch of nihilism and surrealism. Odd it may sound, I don't believe in any sect of "-isms" and even in the progress of civilization of humankind. Yes, it's a doom's day philosophy of sorts."

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