Khairul Ahsan Poems
- Pristine Love No love is as overwhelming and as pristine, ...
- And Softly Silence Speaks..... When love flows between two ...
- A Poet's Heart A poet's wandering heart is precious Only to ...
- You And Me You and me, Passed thirty years and three, ...
- A Gentle Touch When you touch me, I can say it's you Even if...
- A Poet's Dilemma With Truth Whatever the poet's eyes see, ...
- Biography Of A Poem Where speech fails, poetry takes ...
I have retired from Government service and am now, at 63, enjoying a fully retired life. Besides reading and freelance writing, I am also engaged with some social works here and there. I enjoy reading poetry more than I like writing. I have written poems in my vernacular Bangla quite a few in my younger days, and now, for the last five/six years I have been writing poems in English too. English not being my mother tongue, readers are requested to view my English poems leniently. I write in English to share my thoughts with the world at large. Like every other poet, I also long to be heard!
To me, life is a beautiful piece of poetry. Indeed, life has always been beautiful to me ... more »
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''It's easier to unfurl oneself in poetry than in prose. I love poetry exactly for that.''Khairul Ahsan
''We are all long distance runners on a track that is as vast as life itself, with an unseen finish line. We may slow down or speed up at intervals, at convenience, but we must never stop.''Khairul Ahsan
''One who thinks good, cannot speak bad.''Khairul Ahsan
''Nobody ever comes for ever, but everybody at some point in time goes for ever!''Khaiul Ahsan
''Those who manage their time well, fare well.''Khairul Ahsan
No love is as overwhelming and as pristine,
As the maiden love of a lass, say of sixteen.
When, like closed petals of a bud she begins to unfold
Herself, blossoming into a fragrant rose or marigold.
She seeks a hand to hold and wants hers as well be held,
In secluded privacy, from the outside world as if shelled.
She wants to love and be loved, to touch and be touched,
Promises never to leave the hand that she fondly clutched.
Standing on the crossroads of childhood and puberty,
She seeks a soul mate, not one who is always flirty.
She feels lonely at ...