Biography of Rahman Mostafiz
Md. Mostafizur Rahman, widely known as Rahman Mostafiz, is a poet and literary critic from Bangladesh. He was born in 17th May,1979 in a very desolate country side in the district of Sirajgonj. His father Shamsul Alom, was died before his birth. He was grown up in his village Elongjani with his mother Mamtaz Begum.
Currently he is teaching Literature in the department of English, USTC, Bangladesh.
Rahman Mostafiz's Works:
• Rabindranath Tagore a Poet and Philosopher, May 2010, Department of English, USTC, Chittagong.
• An Exploration of Cultural Healing in Derek Walcott’s Omeros, a Hallmark of Modern Polyglossic Epic,31 January,2015, Maulana Bhashani Auditorium, USTC, Chittagong.
• Rahman Mostafiz (June 02,2014) Use of Symbolism in GREAT GATSBY Bookstove (Online Articles Publication) .
• Rahman Mostafiz (June 08,2014) German Romanticism Socyberty (Online Articles Publication) .
• Rahman Mostafiz (June,2014) Emily Dickinson and Nature Bookstove (Online Articles Publication) .
• Rahman Mostafiz (May 30,2014) Impact of Feminism on Life and Literature Socyberty (Online Articles Publication) .
• Rahman Mostafiz (November,2011) Striving for Transcendence of Mere Survival in Beckett's Waiting for Godot Articlebase (Online Articles Directory) .
• Rahman Mostafiz (March,2014) Walcott's Omeros: Revitalization of Wounded Caribbeans, Amazon Digital Services, Inc: isbn: 9783730991909.
• Rahman Mostafiz (September,2014) English Language Teaching: Study Questions Analyzed, Amazon Digital Services, Inc: BookRix isbn: 978-3-7368-3388-3.
Rahman Mostafiz Poems
A Mystic Prayer
Unification of two lovers, if, Kills the existing love Let me shut the door of Your abode in my perpetual heart
A Silent Cry
A virtual reality runs slowly In my over-trodden heart No more agonies make me happy now That I enjoyed in the past.
Carpe Diem Love
I am not a Prince Hamlet And you must not leave me Like an Ophelia.
From Kuddus Lodge To Cox's Bazar
For a long three month There was preparation And I knew The day would never come.
Twisted in a Mammonic dash Much have I run And pursued the warmth of plastic gods That’s because or may be
The Bloody Oxygen
I may die tonight or may not breathe ‘the bloody oxygen’ anymore.
How Do I Forget Thee
Passing the ‘Anwara Noor’ I promised to forget What I have kept with thee Or what madness obsessed you
The Philosopher Tiktiki
That night I felt a subliminal pain in my brain caused by brilliant dark
A Damp Heart To Explore
Time flies like a falcon, though, My soul aspires more Some sick roses and a damp heart, Yet unbarrelled, to explore.
If beauty, waves of your reclusive course, In you, in boisterous solitude, groans Let me hover, in no erectile hours, There, for I have promises to own.
The Philosopher Tiktiki
That night I felt
a subliminal pain
in my brain
caused by brilliant dark
flawlessly running after
a civilized dawn
in the crowd among
here and there