Biography of Osman Gani
Osman Gani was born in 30 June,1989 in Khulna, Bangladesh. He is an emerging poet. He graduated on English Literature in Khulna University with 1st Class. He has also completed MBA in same university with 1st class. He is currently writing numerous poems, short stories, blogs in English which are available online with acclamation. His poetic inspiration has been his Family. He got published via the Poetry Book 'INTERNATIONAL COLLABORATION ON LIGHT AND DARK'. Some of his poems along with poems of other poets are available in the book. He also has poems in 2 more books named 'DARK AND GOTHIC' & 'THE MAZES AND MYSTERIES IN LIFE'. Follow on twitter @OsmanGani89
Osman Gani's Works:
1) INTERNATIONAL COLLABORATION ON LIGHT AND DARK
2) DARK AND GOTHIC
3) THE MAZES AND MYSTERIES IN LIFE
Osman Gani Poems
I felt a drunkard in my fanciful sixth sense. The pond seemed to me the Sea of Aegean And the floating leaves warships of Greece, Thousands in number that fought for Helen.
Swirling, raindrops fall on glassy windowpanes, Then dribbles and shrinks into countless pieces. My life is scattered too into such floating veins, Packed with memories in stanzas, lines, phrases.
Mother! You offered me life, risking Your own. You bore all pains to show me this earthly light. You held my fragile head as if a precious crown And nurtured my weak body each day and night.
The Angels That Never Fall
The angels that never fall But treads, treads, treads On the filthy foul roads Of cruel cynical world.
A Somalian Child
Behold there, a Somalian child is standing upon dry hard rocks. Its two eyes glitter like a rough diamond, parched, bleak and dark. Its belly exhibits the fragile bony ribs and silently mocks The phony Art that seeks phony beauty even in wounded scar-mark.
A Few Bad People
A few Bad People Spoil joy with a gust of violent wind. They haunt the world with the riddle And exploit their dark swirling mind.
Frozen In Darkness
As the frozen air touched my skin Shuddered I with sense of Dead, Being heart and blood cold in sin Recalling my decisive day’s dread.
No, no, no, no — We will not endure these tortures Of the ferocious Human beings on us, not any more. We, Mosquitoes, are the best amongst all creatures Who remain not idle, accept whatsoever we procure.
Though Nothing Can Bring Back The Hour O...
Morning comes with downpour of dazzling dew That sits on leaves of grass, petals of the flower And with splendour and glory stains them anew. Beauty of Eternal image shrinks into finite Hour.
You Who Died For Me
We were linked to each other for nine month's feat With a wiry nerve in womb of our struggling mother. We shared each breath together and each heartbeat. You cared for me more than just an earthly brother.
As the evening sun dipped in the blood-red horizon, A gust of Silence came, whispered and then hushed The warm air that was hastily passing the dungeon Of thick scrub where the quivering grasses blushed.
Death Is Dead Now
Death is dead now in the pleasant lap of the Immortality. It seems to sleep in peace, not having slept for thus long. It is tired now after dying so many times, deadly drained. The horrid Death appears a naughty child, now, subdued.
She was haunting the wilderness of Night With the darkness over her damned Essence. Suddenly, a roving mortal caught her sight; She had dark grimace on her countenance.
Imagination generates a poetic urge, an unusual unrest. It roams the green luminescence of a vibrant rainforest, Drifts away with shining constellations of starry night And lets eternity of darkness die with colourful insight.
The mysterious Mangrove breathes in dark shadows.
The deer roam and graze verdant emerald leafy feast,
Something fierce lurks there veiled in thick meadows.
Monkeys rant beholding a dark-streaked yellow beast.
Even a sunny morning seems to be dark, dark twilight.
The murky rutted soil keeps the treading feet tottered,
Still they gaze not bellow but peek around upper sight
As they feel something moving near them, unsighted.