Ujjol Kamal Biography

this is the place where i sleep
they interred me here while i was 3
the cemetery is full o' trees
large, small, living, breathing dying
all my bones are gone now
...so art the flesh
only that remains the sprouting of the daisies and daffodils bayoneting out of my broken boneless sockets and shouts
while i was young i used to smile like you
the you in me would then climb through the clouds
every man is a mantra
every woman is Bethlehem, Dhaka, Beirut-
the lost scrolls of Babylon cry out in founts
the meadows gay green gleem and glisten in the womb of endless doubts
like to swim in Mississippi
meditate in shrouds
dont like to talk at all
have loads of loathe for money, glory, war, machines
beneath a veil of beauty i see her soaring in sari
i ask her of her lust and desire
she looks at me askew
some unwanted pairs of seagulls fly across the oil-tainted Gulf Of Mexico
Bp to blame for the spill of the century
Icelandic ice and ash rise to disrupt flights and freights
i dont dream anymore
i dont dare to deconstruct the constructions of the curved kimonos
beneath a shade of a silvern aftrenoon
i fall asleep like R.V. Winkle
i see the aura of Milton, Shakespeare, Shelly, Keats, Byron, Tagore, Nazrul, the Romanticists, the Blake, the Metaphysicals, the Metaphysicists embrace me to top to toe
I broke a finger today
tomorrow i will break two!
your beauty is skin; s deep
every cloud has a silver lining
every dog will have her day
every cat his evening
O dear daffodils dont you die yet
the sun has not yet finished its arduous journey to join the unjoins
war in Iraq, Afganistan approaches to alms
conquering of the conquered
conc shells crucifixion cares
the realms of the lilacs
the love of the lips
render me to furrow in the fields of furrowed fools
o dont ye go gentle in the goodnite of nonchalant desire
the young age should be sorbet
the old should be bowed at and respected
the dreams in darkness
the days in maize
life a sheer sham
infinity waves afar
cant write anymore right now
shall try catching up with you if you be a less considerate and more apt at fire, flesh, fish, fruits fresh-
leaves of grass
when the sun shall shadow itself from the forests of wooing nights
and shall a group of daffodils shall pray together to live and die
when the moonlit sky
with a sigh of sites
shall be raining rain and lights
i shall be remembering you night after night
hid beneath a shawl of undreaming undeeming unending night
love you like the light
love you like the dewdrops against the silvern sky
are you bron yet
are you might
have you inundated with religion yet
have you painted yourself with pride
have you touched yet the ripples of water
have you yet lied
have you driven a machine yet
have you yet cried
have you yet climbed the tip of orgasm
have you yet mudded your face with delight and despair
have you yet shout out with pain yet
have you yet smiled
have you yet dressed to kill yet
have you lived to die
have you yet witnessed the births of rites, rituals, romance, power, pride, wrongs, rights
have you swum yet in the pool of sadness and pleasure
war, wine, women
clergy, clans, kites
have you yet tasted your own tears yet
have you leapped up to Paradise
the hell is far away
heaven is an inch wide
your eyelids are heavy
your wings gather cold, wintry frost-bites
you try, but you cannot fly
try to walk, but you cannot proceed to try
your fingers are numb
your brain deep, dark, dry-
the mutations of the divine kind
treks across the across the sky of the dying light
redlight zones
topless towns
gin and whiskey race and run
chaplains in the churchyard
imams in the mosques
priests and priestesses play and ply
spreading the sriptures of thin threadbare trysts
Helen in Paris
Trozan-Horse hidden hid
Agamenon fights
Socrates hemlocks like
Shakespeare speaks wise
Milton meet, met, multiply
Shelly sobs
Keats coughs out life
Byron fights in vain
the Turks take them all side by side
The Romanticists romanticize
The Metaphysical poets dive deep to deprive
King Lear cannot cry anymore
the daughters proved too clever to care, cry
For Whom the Bell Tolls
Mid Summer Night Dreams
A tale Of Two Cities
Autobiography Of an Artist as a young file
Let there be Light
Stop Genocide
The Rape of a million
The Revelations of infinite Eyes
Sights beyond sites
I and I
Eye and eyes
you and me relax to realize and release the seamen drowned in the endless lines
the iris open up her slumberous eyes
she sees the snake in twilight
afraid she not
the snakes slides
billions stars shoot out
they lay lie like
moss grown on the unmoving mountainous sides-! ! See More