Waliur Rahman Poems

Let's play a game
Of courtships once again.
Wooing like stranger I press upon you
With intend of intimate emotions
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Autumn breeze makes everything pale
The ship is drowned which once had set sail
Alone I wait for my day deed and sin
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Who is the third who creeps in between you and I in the intimate hour of our oneness.

I see a shadow crawling in between with dark desires cuddling you in the phantom arms,
Pushing me aside to loop and lumber in grief.
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Lying on the same divan
Topple sided, face away from face
No words exchanged, no touch felt
The clock struck three
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In the darkest hour of the day, her smile lightens.
In the most intimate hours, I see her lost in unsaid thoughts.
In the gleams of mirror, her blinding glaze contours a different countenance
Of faces which are so unfamiliar and yet resemble a face which I once knew.
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