I have returned to my original pseudonym divine poet.I do not live in my soul.I am beyond my body and matter.insanity is my dress.Immorality is my religion.I am not a poet on my own. I do not compose on my own wish.Some one invisible whispers me and my hand composes as per dictation of the invisible he/she anytime anywhere.
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Ershad Mazumder Poems
A Moment With A Night
The night turns a being without forms and image And says, lets go for a sip with this thirsty eyes.
A Crazy And Insane Poet
When I am crazy and insane as said by the critics how can I be a poet. I do not know
A dreamy poet
Dream takes my poet friend Greenwolfe To be in heaven and in hell Dream helps my friend to be full of greed and lust.
A Barren Time
To cultivate a barren time To create a rose garden You entered into an unknown time We walk together
A Poet Can
A poet can make a stone weeping But I can not I see a stone
A Form For Me
A time for both of us Only to think When there was no time We do not have any form
A White Dream
White above white White within white White below white. The planet disappears
A Letter To My Darling
I know darling You will be surprised to see me My face is full of beard
A God Like Me
Almighty If you are you really a God Mercy me.
I may not see you again Always in my heart you remain I shall never forget you my dear Your sweet memory makes me cheer.
A Poet From A Timid Nation
I am from a very inferior and insignificant family background My race and my family never conquered any land or country
Come Back Home
Oh, our daughters and sons The place you live in Speaks language of weapons They love war instead of peace
A Wartime Coffin
I am a deadman There is none to carry my coffin The street is barren, remote sound of boots Barking of dogs are floatinf on the smoky air.
Age And Youth
Youth and age Can not go together They stay together But walks alone.
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A Moment With A Night
The night turns a being
without forms and image
And says, lets go for a sip
with this thirsty eyes.
Bars were full of dancing souls
Floors were humming with singing girls
Guests were drunk
with the melting beauty of girls.
The night invites me to move
to paradise unknown
where exists only nothingness.