Biography of MAHTAB BANGALEE
MAHTAB BANGALEE, the JUNOON, is from Fatickchari, Chattogram Bangladesh. He is not a poet although sometimes he writes for knowing himself. Basically, he is a reader of the world’s poetry.
Foundation of his writings- SELF DISCOVERY, HUMANITY, LOVE FOR ALL
EDUCATION: - POST GRADUATION
He is the BEING of inspiration by the PHILOSOPHY of-
2. The Greatest Philanthropic PROPHET MUHAMMAD (PBUH)
3. SAHAS TABRIZI and JALALUDDIN RUMI
4. SULTAN BAHU
5. BULLEH SHAH
6. FAKIR LALON SAIJI
7. WALT WHITMAN
8. The greatest holy spiritual king of the entire universe HAZRAT KEBLA BABA AHMADULLAH MAIZVANDARI and BABA GULAMUR RAHMAN MAIZVANDARI
9. SAI BABA
10. The Greatest Philanthropic saint MOTHER TERESSA
NOTE on his writings: -
Although your thorn bleeds me, yet, I give you ROSE. Because I love you.
I cannot bear the sword to kill you in those of my hands I've carried flowers because I love you and this I’m, the love for you.
This you are my life, my universe, and my GOD.
I sow a seed of ROSE into the pure soil of my heart for everything and everyone. This world is full of verities colors. I need every single color. By these colors, I want to dye me. I want to spread the seed of ROSE over all the world. Every petal of this ROSE will carry PEACE and FRAGRANCE of LOVE for everyone.
- For The Best Palace -new-
- If You Forget It Won't Come -new-
- And Some Comments On A Poem....... -new-
- Let's Be More Alone
- The Hole Can Tame The Snake
- Centripetal Love
- For Better Expression
- There Is Me
- Before The Sunrise Of The Mid-Boishakh
- Poetry Is Poetry
- The Red Carpet
MAHTAB BANGALEE Poems
You Are My Poem
Give me some letters I'll make words Give me some words I'll make sentence
I Am # 05
Birth is not from sin Birth is from the best love; from the faithful love of two biological soul; From the gushing liquid I'm; as if an aquatic animal
Dear, come, Come to the poems, Come and live with poems, Live, and live in the kingdom of poems,
Change To Concrete
Walking; as if I am walking in the scenery of story Through mountain, hilly forest, bush of greenery Walking beneath to peak, peak to beneath as spider Seeing riding horse outside of forest, inside the tiger
Poetry Is Poetry
I thought poetry is -nubile beauty where lustfulness decorate unstable life -nude bathing of a juvenile girl in the raining pond -wrestle mania game of beauty queen Charlotte Flair
I Died Before My Birth!
I went to rivers. Rivers asked me, "Do you know we're alive? " I went to oceans. Oceans asked me, "Do you know we're alive? " I went to pebbles. Pebbles asked me, "Do you know we're alive? " I went to rocks. Rocks asked me, "Do you know we're alive? "
In long breaths expectations lead me to die I want to take loan some times to omit sigh Your love is one color in the coat of colorful life The wings of heron flying on the village of blue sky
I'm American and I'm civilized! -Really? I'm European and I'm civilized! -Really?
Haiku # 06
The plant grow green inn Paths bind poetic treasure Nature or poem
In computer anti-virus for the germ And safety from the risky curriculum Satan is virus Human is self judge
Astonished I'm! No! World is distinct book of deaths! Book of lives, of a child, of a woman, of a man, of human.
For The Best Palace -new-
it's a village, where migratory birds fly down for the best palace
Grey heron, on straw of boggy land, Fry fishes are on swimming competition- first, second, third…. to the jaw of routine
woman not a woe-man; yes; feminine gender though not famine she is!
Everything is sparking within You
For You all the solar part is shimmering
I, the faded glory is nothing else but Your mercy
All my glittering is not gold but for You
I can scintillate around me with love