Biography of Khondoker Shajahan
Having an experience of studying in both my homeland and in India, I not only observe and judge my way of living in a different way but has found a different black and chaotic shape of life.
By this colours of life I want to search the meaning of life.
I am now studying Honor's in English Literature and about to complete my graduation.
Khondoker Shajahan Poems
Clouds And Harps
Far away from my heart- That only beats for you- And far from your eyes, I and my love fly
They Ask Me Why I Fade And Pine
They ask me why I fade and pine, And seem oppressed with woe? They say what care now can be mine, To cloud my youthful brow?
That Spotted Scarves
That one drunken Night Where two dogs were all engaged In the deathly inhumane fight. How I wish I could bark and go
Defiance To Love
A long day I have passed Winkling about here upon the shore of you I mysterious chain of life Still searches for the queue.
Provoked, I lifted my eyelids And hold a tight grip upon your face, It seemed a whole-night-dream to me As if I were engaged in the 'happiness-seeking' race.
Drunk And Tides
I left my body unfed I lost in the numbness of conscience I got myself a total love-less I left my one eye frenzied.
I, The Mask
I, the Bengali poet, Raj- Captured in the arrogant garage, Be surrounded with the windy quarter howl Linnet searching face, mind, everywhere crawl
It was never so easy to say- The change you made; If I am alive now, then I was dead.
Oh, when I was in love with you, Then I was clean and brave, And miles around the wonder grew How well did I behave.
I have now my Crossed identity; Of imposed inferiority. Yes, I'm addressing you.
Life Between The Two Births
Life walks in the dark path of Birth and birth. You had just known one In this dreary Earth.
The soul unto itself Is an imperial friend, - Or the most agonizing spy An enemy could send.
Young Man And Girl In An Asylum
(1) It must be some disease I have To feel so lonely like this,
The soul unto itself
Is an imperial friend, -
Or the most agonizing spy
An enemy could send.
Secure against its own,
No treason it can fear;
Itself its sovereign, of itself
The soul should stand in awe.