অটোয়া, রবিবার ২৩ ফেব্রুয়ারি, ২০২০
Poems of Tithi Afroz

The Deaf

Now is the devilish age enamored by the unseen flower
Many colours and many makeups in their minds.
To understand the difference between mind and face
I see the submerged lands of the birth of a river.
You know the tales of those rivers that abandoned home
But,
The watery stories of your squandering
River beholds, you don’t know.

Happiness
Happiness you are the distant sky that travels far
Darling wind, please fling only the love…

How Far is it Please Tell Me, Mother 

I have sowed the light
And waiting, how distant is the fruit of waiting.

A lighthouse
A slender boat touches the shore.
I walk in dreams
How far is it, mother, how far is it
This dirty stepping!

Losing balance (balance,) I turn to be the target, the boundary of chase and running game
Is no more limited within the boundary of neighborhood girls,
No more bride and bridegroom playing the childhood game
wearing banyan-leaf crowns on their heads.

Roads are infested by leopard traps, quicksand and hacks
How long is this gasping journey, Mother?

Mystery

And very slowly that mysterious world of ours is getting unfurled
Gradually we are advancing from caves to deeper caves, where
The call of the folksinger saint’s very spirit can be heard
Who had accepted the first blood of menopause of Life’s fossil-girl!

The human faces that helped me in the long journey of recognizing my true self Monkeys, jackals or dogs, when turns into cats I close my eyes
To search for the Khwab Khijir;
I repeatedly pronounce Anal Huq Anal Huq dipping beneath the water.
Again, when some known faces turn to be prophets or religious saints
I hear the roars of the devils.
Lord Buddha touches my head and says, ‘Child, do not look for humans,
Digest the beasts, digest, turn to be a tree, the spreading of the roots
Will make you immortal.’
Exposition of the mystery will continue until I turn into a fruit-bearing plant.

The sailor who advances piercing the darkness of Sherlock Homes
I no more live at his back or will;
Rather I move one step forward to embrace you who are picking up
In your wings my very emotional soul, I learn the lessons of its sprawling wings
These acts were not known to the Kamakkhya Goddess
But he knows.

I left the locked and sealed iron safe at the bottom of deep-sea 
Few moments before my birth, before my breathings
have moved the wind of the Earth. I didn’t want to say
More about that existence; You who fry and eat the crabs and
Learn crab lessons for you this not certainly a condensed course.
Rather you learn to call a human a human and an animal an animal
If you see the lower face underneath their dark skin…
Because, religion has told you to tell the truth. 

The Mendicants

In my Childhood
I have drawn my picture listening to the stories of dead people
Turning to be stars
There were two green lights in the picture, then they became fireflies
They twinkle…
Searching for light, waving darkness, by dissolving existence from worldly desires
You have become mendicants in the procession of fireflies.

Playboy

The flower of Spring became my friend
Bloomed colour, attractive look
Want to embrace me in youthful emotion
If the heart touches the heart
Honeymoon... 

Come, be fair with the secret colour of your heart
Decorate my heart's riverway with flower garden.

First, love would create a river digging my heart
Then the lotus and buds will bloom there
Then you will cruise your boat with setting-sun coloured love
I will give you pleasure and pure joy
Endless happiness.
Friend, will you love me?

The friend of good time tells- playboys don't fall in love 
They only exchange colours, they dislike to take responsibilities
They make only profit, no loss
The theory of love is obsolete now
Those days are gone
Swallowed by the crows.

Tithi Afroz
Dhaka, Bangladesh