Bro Leaving For The Outback tomorrow

As nature would have it, it is essentially there in many places of the animal kingdom that a child, be it cub or fawn, goes off to create the tracks of one's own life. The human sphere, however, is one species where one is never isolated from the herd despite the isolation of presence.

Well, this is hard to explain to the loving Mom and Dad who are obviously upset that my bro is leaving tomorrow (27th March). Obviously I am upset too but truthfully a tad bit more envious. Australia is not a visited landscape. I can only taste it through photographs or National Geographic. It is a lush place and a continent of newness that Dhaka, the capital that I live in, has very much lost in exchange for massive, pathological urbanization.

I do not feel that saddened as I am proud of my brother's accomplishment of being able to live abroad to pursue an education. I am happy too as he will be with his wife who, though they have been only married last year, had to leave within a short span as she is the student of the University of Sydney. In fact, for around 9 months my bro and she had been separated until, with the great hearts given to my Father and Mother by Allah Almighty, were reunited on November to my awestruck brother's befuddlement (it was a surprise in which he clutched his chest, his young heart taking in the enormity of it).

He will be leaving tomorrow to a new chapter.

I will miss him dearly, due to the very fact that is non-negotiable. He is my brother and I love him unconditionally. I had great times with him and for him also some bad times with him and for him. I will obviously miss the part where my computer breaks down and I pull him out from his room, a ritual of shouting and screaming, until he decides he will fix it. I will also miss the part where I would enforce him to hand me some DVDs that I could watch them in my leisure. I know that these times will come back INSHALLAH when he returns but as Dad with his scholar's wisdom has spoken truthfully: some things are not going to be the same, but, hopefully, they will not differ beyond our comprehension. I know they will not be entirely the same but each phase of life is not meant to be the same thus I accept it as realistically as anyone would.

I pray to Allah Almighty that my brother receives the best of the offers that life can give and happiness unwavering.

Well set for a new chapter in life GOOD LUCK BROTHER! I LOVE YOU!

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An Opinion On The State Of Women's Right In Bangladesh (ENG 440 Print Media Assignment: 541 words)

What is a woman? A woman is the “fairer-sex”, a “submissive”, an “inferior” thus must always be kept within boundaries: this seems to be the prevalent ideology that surrounds women. West or East does not do much to dismantle it – though the East has been romanticized as the nation of female mutilation/subjugation while the West its opposite, a statement from UN-Secretary, General Ban Ki-Moon, illustrates the truth:

“ Most societies prohibit such violence – yet the reality is that too often, it is covered up or tacitly condoned.”

Violence against females is omnipresent in the world be it in secular states or religious ones. The crimes against women are various: physical rape, emotional rape, acid burning, and flogging to preserve a religious belief – all these are happening on a global scale but are highlighted in developing countries such as Bangladesh.

Yesterday is an African woman. She is illiterate. She has a daughter and is a housewife. She finds out from a doctor that she has AIDS. As she is not promiscuous she decides to ask her husband to tell her the truth. Instead, he savagely beats her. Yesterday knows that death is imminent thus her only goal now is to give her daughter the education she could not have. Yesterday is the eponymous character of the African film Yesterday which was nominated for Best Foreign Film in 2005. Though the story is fictional and has an African setting the situation in Bangladesh is no different.

Despite the presence of social welfare gropus and women’s rights movements, violence persists – be it a rural setting or an urban one. “Setting” is important for many people have the misconception that urban women are “free”. They are not. Though some women are able to have a desired profession, their numbers do not thrive.

Basically, a woman must guard her modesty, refrain from being too social and must aspire to become a mother and a housewife: these limiting roles are still integrated into the young girls of today. A flexible lifestyle is inhibited by incorporating fears of religious immorality or social indecency. To a man, many restrictions do not apply. In fact, promiscuity in a man is many a times outrageously forgiven whereas in a woman it is taboo. This phenomenon is noticed in recent sex scandals: women who are shown in pornographic material are ousted by society despite the fact that some of these women have had no knowledge of being recorded in such situations. Their only crime is pre-marital sex. However, their male partners, who had shamelessly made profit by exposing their intimate acts, are never questioned for their actions.

The definition of a criminal is still limited to thief and murderer as a recent cover story of The Daily Star Weekend Magazine has shown that even in cases of rape and adultery the women are blamed regardless of $the situation or evidence stating otherwise.

I believe that women can only be free from such ludicrous biases when they are not looked down upon as the inferior sex. It is important to teach people that humans are equal regardless of what sex they are born with. So, we must celebrate both the sexes and not punish or reward anyone for being a man or women.

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A Whore Of My Melody

She dances and undresses

like toxic tape on my skin

she undresses as I call

this whore by my bedside

lamp

You agree that she's

pretty

in the archaic, primeval way

as she undresses

colours all span

and erupts in folly

She undresses and undresses

like layers

I can see now

bones and flesh

such a fleshy knife

the heart

It is meant to see no oblivion

for it equals obivion

oblivious is not a state

it's an existence

her toxic body that undresses

no wine can cure the undressing

Achievement

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Variances

We all have dreamers

serving a lesson

a goal

to court

reality

Mindless pragmatism

leads one astray

and the dogmatic is drunk

with untied metallics

only me the human

remains chaste

Contemplative

Love matters

why so?

When sex serves

as a stronger

billetdoux

Oh the soul that manifests

in a biological code

can it be explained merely?

With wetted lips

eager eyes

a clasp of skin heated

hair all coiled?

A Little Definition

Bewilderment is human
sin is human too

Virtue polishes in DNA

a code to rely on

but strands of error

is in the form

designed to be dancing

on air and water.

Ocean Friend

The Ocean could not reveal

its body too vast

or was she? he?

too androgynous to give it cast

This Ocean that bonded

with me

solely for my pleasure

This Ocean who tamed and remained untamed

like glassed universe

on a poet's hand

Some Fruits

Some fruits I've learned to eat

because they were of easy skin

they peeled without much commands

some old wrinkles

some youthful tease

These fruits had broken seeds

some too new

needed coat

These fruits are all I eat

All forgotten

All digested

All matters to be dismissed

Passion Crime

A tender voice

that concealed

my sadness

kiss me

kiss me

kiss me

lie on me

lie on me

lie on me

Thy tender voice

that concealed

a ring

you can bend laws

you can bend hearts

you can rust my soul

you can play with lovers in the park

I see you

your tongue

brushes

in leaves

in hotel-rooms

in phones

in chatrooms

I drop coffee

you scream

a minute revenge

for your abysmal self

The Courtesan In The Courtyard

The courtyard wielded a courtesan

waiting for master

with wide eyes

as doe-beauties

whispering maids

quizzical guards

butlers uneven

and a governess too ashamed

the gentleman is gone

come back another day

you are mistaken

his office is of heaven

no worldly lust

can earth him

he is man

in image good

your goods do not seduce

your looks are not maiden fair

nor breathed in of

a high stock

his mistress-wife with children will opt

to throw you out

you heathen wretch

of creation

your lies are thy home

this chastisement

payment of the due

courtesan smiles

all offices wield gates

all lies polished

a mask of all honesties paraded

courtesan smiles

he knows me as an Ursula

he gets up to go

other dues to collect

Realms Questioned

When you breathe the genie-smoke

in lamp-bodied dreams

can you hear the screams

of an orthodox realm

nay your tongue is dumb

nay your eyes glisten

too much ideas

go on

punished

to see

the

lamp

upturned.

A Death Of No Death

A fish that was eaten

in a stream

clawed to be an egg

in another's life

Caught by the net

a reincarnation subdued

visited by angels

prayed,

hummed

kicked

death

is absolutely non-absolute

in the sphere of creation.

Noble

Candle pours wax
Skin pours blood

a basic synchronization

of elements ordained

To severe a fold

that's a life span's duty

to sever a chain

that is life's ideology

to connect to sin

a biblical prophecy

to connect to truth

a moral heart

can

feed

many

wounds.

Dead To Reason

Thrice the door was knocked

and thrice I heard hollow

empty streets that do not open

but are voids of indecision

brain, are you fatigued?

do you not hear logic?

brain why do neccessiate

all those follies to be just alive one more day?

Supression

Verbatim I had spoke
words were put into mouth

the poison is not so easy

but sweet by all tongues

and could I have been merrier

to obey in an obedience sought

by all those who burn life

and mould metal to the bone

My Eyes were Roped

I let my eyes be blinded

by a rope

they told me they wouldn't hang me

by the neck

but the itching skin

clawed my eyes

and burning led to

some organs dismayed

they said they wouldn't hang me by the neck
I had forgotten

there are so many places

a rope can place

itself

skin is always skin

You don't need to act

Why have you hatched so many eggs?
Who can you feed these yolks?

Oh please your acting is bad

try another audience

a dramatist can spot

Faustus and Antonio

in different masks

Be Gone Now

You have rehearsed

a gothic spectacle

a pious integration

a holy commodity

where was sacred

in the rape?

Oblivious chimera

you cannot push

which that is tilted

Axis begone

Man Misunderstood.

Damn you Cupid

Guardian Cupid
why did you lie

your arrow aimed too high

and blasted a heaven

made it all too dull

Cupid of the sages

why can't you learn math

and use the forces of gravitational judgments?

Your astrology is weak

why can't you learn

a lyrical prosody?

You amplified sin

as arrow and bow

represents

a

hollow

meeting

Your boats

your ships

sailed

in a sail

that crumbled papers

and ink

no longer

bled

an honest curve

Oh you blasted fool

eat your arrows

and string your bows to your eyes

You know nothing of love

but like to bask

in an idiotic harmony.

Paramour's Facades

It had to be a dried love
too much wetness

means

we'll

drown

On rainy days we can satiate

with only our dried lips

too much wetness

can make

us drown

You can confess

I can confess

bodies work with

confessional

ease

There's a note elsewhere

it hangs

saying I'll drop the kids

saying I'll comb my hair

saying some stones

of a pillar

wrought

all

in a dried

floor

nothing cracks

mud is wet

it hurts

it cracks

like virgin love

symbolized in flesh

you can carry your groceries

I lead the lies

all homes have little lamps

to stars, what do they design?

Closed

One small clue to why I'm upset?

You see this?
It's no question

It's an answer

You said love was possible

an impossibility occurred

with furs and hats

and shoes and lace

and so many battlefields scarred

that made earth somewhat chaste

you called me home

a cave to swallow me

these mirrors can mutate you

as they mutated me

you are not so innocent are you?

Why did you think that I couldn't observe?

Tell him to come out

Skeletons cannot remain in closets

you

know

A talk of high

A wedding dress symbolizes

a love that needs a wedding

sex can obtain some facts

for biological culturing

sex is served on a plate

can be cold-frozen

heated by a tongue

to eat

weddings can be more than a served plate

it can be dessert and appetizers too

No - I didn't get any labels wrong here

it's no necessity to explain

if I shot you there was a reason

there was no personal artifice to hold at the bay.

Tragic loves

I cooked this pie myself
you told me nothing

days go by

we don't say much

I dress in nice shirts

and welcome you home

you seem apathetic

my heart is but trying

to see you kiss

the other men

I acknowledge

is painful

But you will realize

that they lie in games

like mannequins

you dress

to pretend

sovereign

Sorrows Of One Who

Those nuzzling beaks

a vulture's crime

to steal something

that was once mine

Those prying hands

a pickpocket's aim

to breathe life

from whence I gain

Those slender fingers

meant to undress

a resolution

that was not to break

those words

are clutching

a soul

broken

I count some pennies

a bus moves

nearby a tree

is growling

A new house

an exquisite staircase

a bed

to be a martyr again