Biography of shakil ahmed
I was born at Badarpur, Assam, India on 31st January 1969.
Currently an Assistant Professor of English in A.L.C.College, Hailakandi, Assam and now living at my birthplace Badarpur.I am a graduate with English honors from Gwahati University, Assam. I completed my masters in English from Assam University, Silchar, Assam. I am happy to write poetry both in Bengali and in English simply because i find both of them can get me into those readers whom i love greatly and wonderfully anytime, anywhere and every where. I am nothing more than a servant of humanity. I try to view life from the point of view of a realist, accepting challenges and looking forward to new turns and returns.
I think, a poem helps the mind play with its well-trod patterns of thoughts, and can even help reroute those patterns by making us see the familiar a new.Like no other book, a book of poems presents itself not as a thing for the market place, but as a thing for its own sake.
I wish to thank everyone for reading so many of my poems each and everyday. All of you are fantastic, great poets in your own right. I heartily appreciate your comments you may have on my poetry; they are always a learning experience.
shakil ahmed's Works:
I have published some articles in News Papers. some of my poems are published in Magazines and literary journals
I am going to publish my first book on poems very soon.
shakil ahmed Poems
I Missed You
I missed you so much I was waiting to get your touch. Moon beams were soft and tender, Sky was wadded with twinkling star,
Alone, alone, alone I was all alone I was alone in my mother’s womb I will be alone in my grave beneath the tomb
The Bird Sings
The Bird Sings People hear the bird sings Sitting in a branch of a giant tree
Fear Of Death
Fear of Death I am confined in the cauldron of smoke Coming out of perpetual inferno
The Same Shadow
The Same Shadow When the gentle moon reigns in the sky Alighting the dark world
Love Is A Panacea
Love is a Panacea When forgotten promise knocks at the door Or unfulfilled desires make life bore
Just For Few Rupees
Just for few Rupees Standing in the midst of a Forsaken brothel
Honey Bee Honey bee, honey bee
A Wild Flower
A Wild Flower I picked a wild flower Full with beauty and fragrance,
Holy Month It is a month of fasting Observed by all Mohammedan
Sorrow Always Finds Me Close
Sorrow always finds me Close During my utter despondence Sorrow always finds me close
Holy Ramadan Ramadan is a month of fasting For all the Mohammedan It is observed all over the world
I Remember Those Lies
I Remember those lies I remember those lies Those were spoken long ago,
The weeping that does not make sound Surely it is mine. The scraps of memory that cannot be wiped Surely it is yours. The letters that were writt
The weeping that does not make sound
Surely it is mine.
The scraps of memory that cannot be wiped
Surely it is yours.
The letters that were written with drops of tears
I am the author of these.
The dark stains that settle on my heart
You are the author of these.
The tear that trickles from secluded eyes