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The Rising Sun

Monogram of poetry

Faruque Mirza

What is not given is lost, but I prefer to lose nothing

Brussels, January, 2014

What is not given is lost, but I prefer not to lose anything

Published Brussels, January , 2014

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Contents

Author i

Preface ii

Acknowledgement iii

Chapter iv

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Author

Faruque Mirza has done his B.A Honours M.A in economics from Rajshahi University

in Bangladesh n 1972. He joined civil service in 1973 and posted as Traffic Officer in

BRTC under the Ministry of Communication, Railways, Roads and Highways and

Road Transport Division as an equivalent post of Assistant Commissioner of

Government of Bangladesh. He worked in different positions including Division

Manager , Project Manager and Project Coordinator ( UNROB, UNDP and ILO

under Rehabilitation Programme of Truck Division of BRTC ) before undergoing a

training programme in Belgium under the Belgian Technical Assistance Programme 1980.

He continued his studies in Brussels obtained Master of Industrial Location and

Development, Master of Business Administration and Ph. D in Economics Sciences from

University of Brussels in 1991. After finishing his studies, he worked as research fellow in

Mathematics, Operation Research , Statistics and Information System for Management

(MOSI) under the Faculty of Economics and Social Sciences (ESP) until 1995 before

joining as professor of economics at the Inter-university Institute for Training and

Development (ITTD) in Brussels jointly managed by Universite Libre Brussels (ULB)

and (VUB) Vrije Universitei Brussels where he worked until 2003. During this

intervening period, he also worked short time as visiting professor of Khulna University

and North South University in Bangladesh.

From 2003 -2007, he has been working as Senior Research Fellow under MOSI ) before

joining as Scientific Advisor ( Project design, Economic evaluation and Coordination ) to

Research Group, Fluid Mechanics and Thermodynamics , Department of Mechanical

Engineering, Vrije Universiteit Brussels (VUB), Pleinlaan-2, 1050,Brussels.

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Preface ii

The author believes that the potentiality of the young generation is enormous in the

artistic and poetic arena. But their involvement remain limited as the scope of their

involvement has not been increased to an optimum level. It is not easy for an individual

person or a specific group of persons to influence a wider range of people changing their

behaviours in maintaining dynamic social order. In order to ameliorate this scenario, it is

inextricably necessary that a suitable environment for development of new thoughts in

the artistic and poetic arena be created. And the message of its positive impact on the

society need to be dissipated not only to the young generation, but also the older ones.

The main idea behind spreading this message should be to achieve an harmonious social

order so as to people of all thoughts are able to understand the necessity of achieving

common goal of peaceful co-existence of the world people. And that is achievable should

our expression of thoughts is based on nurturing and spreading love among the world

people living in a pluralistic society .

Now many social groups believe that the exchange of ideas and personal contact among

different groups of people help reduce various types of social tensions and strengthen the

foundation of diversity of thoughts. And that indirectly extends the scope of nurturing

and extending feeling of love among different ethnic groups and classes and ages of people.

In recent time, it is observed that neither the young generation nor the older ones are

enthusiastic enough to live in artistic and poetic environment and to enjoy life to the

fullest extent . Many of them have become monotonous and disinterested about

fulfilment of their lives, depriving their souls and bodies. As if they are born only to

consume and die passing their time in this materialistic world. This tendency is rising

equally between the younger and older generation in our society. Many social scientists

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believe that the growth of this undesirable phenomenon can be reversed only if people are

able to combine life as much enjoying materialistically as artistically and poetically.

The good news is that the feeling of love among younger generation is not diminishing

rather increasing as part of materialistic requirement of fulfilling their lives. But they

arebecoming isolated from involving into various types of artistic and poetic expressions.

Creating environment for nurturing artistic feeling for maintaining a balanced inter-

relationship among various social groups can be seen as instrumental to the natural and

positive growth of our society. Unless all ages of people in our societies are encouraged

cultivating and nurturing the artistic and poetic environments, the society will not be

developed and moved forwards achieving the positive and dynamic social order in the

years ahead.

I have seen in my university life that even a recalcitrant teen ager , romeo - type or a

ferocious young man possess a heart to fall in love and turn into a kind gentleman in the

latter part of his life. If that is so, the society can , if love is seen a natural gift of life ,be

benefited from cultivating and spreading this positive relationship throughout the global

village. Now many people emphasise the need of cultivating relationship linking

people within and outside their own neighbours. Arranging social gathering, reciting

poetry, singing songs, making jokes and so on are part of social amusement. These

activities will not only decrease the distance of neighbourly feeling among people ,

particularly young and old people, but also contribute positively to the mental health of the

society. As for old generation, the feeling of love encourage desire to live longer as young

and improves their quality of lives. Let us help us creating that environment where life can

be flourished to its fullest extent.

The above explanation suggests that the cultivation of friendly relation among people is

necessary throughout the world. And that is inextricably necessary for maintaining global

peace and prosperity and growth of healthy generation. To leap frog our effort to

cultivate love and peace among people, different audio-video means is to be seen as useful

and instrumental. Thanks to various business operators in the ICT sector ( i.e. internet

,goggle , MSN , Face-book, Twitter and LinkedIn ) which are playing important roles as

main contributors to the social and professional networking. Hopefully, these operators

are and will be able to mash-room the growth of social network and create positive

relationship among people of different ages in different countries for many years to come.

This booklet of poetry was written at different period of time imagining hopes of love,

realization of love and creation of new relationship and so on. These situational

scenarios have to be seen, if any similarity exists among those imaginary relationship, as

unrealistic. In fact, the relationship, feeling and exposition of love that have emerged in

the theme of these poetry are completely fictitious.

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Acknowledgement iii

The people whom I need to thank ever before are my colleagues in the university who

directly and indirectly helped me to successfully bring an end to this undertaking. It

needs to be mentioned here that this undertaking would have taken little longer than the

set timeframe, should my family members were not supportive to allow me taking time

to think and write this monogram of poetry . I am also thankful to Professor Chris Lacor

for his help me finishing this literary works. Special thanks needs to be given to technical

chief of our department, Alain Wery and Mr Mohamed Obaidullah, Ph. D research

student who have provided all technical and secretarial support in bringing this

undertaking into conclusion.

Beside this, I have to mention some of face book friends namely Dilwar, Arif, Shivly

Anwar, Meghla Akash, Hanif Bablu, Pranab, Asgor Asgor, Onor Uddin,

Assaduzzaman, and many others living in different countries of the world who have

always been generous reading my poetry posted in the face book and expressing their

invaluable comments. Their encouragement has helped me to concentrate on advancing

my second monogram of poetry as this one.

Last but not the least, I must express my gratitude to my best friend and wife who has

directly or indirectly encouraged me from behind the curtain creating the theme of the

poetry. I am indebted to this person who not only lives central in my thought, but also

remain deep in my heart. I also think that this work would not have been completed soon

if had not that person remained as a character in my poetry as rising sun and impacted

me going deep in my imagination. Her name could have been mentioned if she had

desired in that way. However, having failed to have her consent, I miss not the

opportunity to dedicate this piece of works to the most loved, baby, Prince George

William Louise, who would be the king of Great Britain in the years to come , and all

new born babies in our generation. And now, I begin to feel that the rising sun has not

only risen in my thought , but has also been manifested in the way it should be manifested

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Chapter

1 First Ray of Rising Sun page 9

2 Cost of independence page 10

3 Retrieval of lost time page 11

4 The lost dream page 12

5 The jealous mind page 13

6 Angelic smile page 14

7 Ray of hope page 15

8 The magnanimity of the sun page 16

9 The lover confession page 17

10 Dreaming yellow dream page 18

11 I was Nelson Mandela page 19

12 Rise up again page 20

13 Wishful thinking page 21

14 The seed of hope page 22

15 The hard stone page 23

16 My mother and father dear page 24

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17 The broken nest 25

18 The panther and the deer 26

19 Wave of hopes 27

20 The blossomed flower 28

21 The mystery of artistic mind 29

22 Let me love you as my darling lover 30

23 Racing behind the hopes 31

24 You never change 32

25 Wind of fear 33

26 The invisible touch of mind 34

27 The prize of patience 35

28 Running behind the mirage 36

29 The horizon of new hopes 37

30 Touching deep 38

31 Fragile lover 39

32 The broken bridge 40

33 The lost dreams 41

34 The immortal time 42

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1 The First Ray of Rising Sun page 9

Being blessed in the heaven, a baby prince , George William Louise is born and kissed

by mother dear ,

And the painful labour of mother princess ends in happiness reaching to far and wide

as joyous as seen ever .

He is born as a baby prince to light the light of the whole world,

And all the newly born babies become happier escorting him as follower friends as body

guard,

He comes not only giving peace of mind to his mother and father dear,

Nor has he come only carrying forward the legacy of royal family and dear father.

See you not, he is growing as healthy as beautiful beautifying the surrounding place

nurturing him,

And the queen, princes and princesses are becoming young and beautiful as realised

dream.

The full moonlight is flooding the lonely palace of princes grandmother dear and glowing

as beautiful as bright,

And the baby prince smiles feeling the sacred love and blessing of his grandmother dear.

See you not, his birth not only change the ambience of nature ,but also increase the

popularity of royal family throughout the kingdom and rest of the world,

Let us wish, God keeps the baby prince as healthy and beautiful bringing peace and love

for the baby generation escorting him as follower friends and body guard.

Faruque Mirza

Brussels: 9.30

28.11.2015

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2 The cost of independence page 10

The mango trees of Motihar Square of Rajshahi University remind me counting the cost

of independence,

And the loss of many great souls there reminds me the glorified history of sacrifice.

You hear not anymore womens sobbing for being molested or crying for being freed from

captivity,

Seemingly, Padma river is still taking revenge being a sandy beach or showing scar of

cruelty.

Now Bangladesh has come into being as a nation state leaving behind all burden of its

past,

Yet the enemies of poverty and social injustices remains to be fought.

I still see unnecessary processions and slogans, strikes, gunfire, destruction of properties

and loss of life,

And I ask myself if these are really necessary to glorify our past and future!

Nor are we forgetting the slogan of Joy Bangla to sustain our earned pride,

Perhaps-yes, as some political leaders are still playing zero-sum political game.

And we are paying prices without having any opportunities to meaningfully change,

See you not, child of democracy are still stumbled and prevented seeing foreseeable future.

But we stand up and live, as our heroes and heroines of liberation war are still alive in our

hearts for being prized justly and truly,

For now, we must destroy the Trojan Horse for ending suffering of this generation and

the next finally.

Faruque Mirza

Brussels: 20.00

Brussels: 20.11.2013

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3 Retrieval of lost time page 11

I see not any reason forgetting true stories and writing nothing racing behind time,

Mesra of Sirajgonj, a floating and sandy village, becomes alive only during the dry

season giving a full story of life.

The sun is rising and setting on looming sky of river Jumna and carrying Mesras stories

to a far distant place,

Many stories of Mesra are lost and swayed away over time by unkind and shifting river

making them obsolete.

But some are still surviving after being strangled and distorted for shortage of storyteller,

Take me as lost time of fearful witness helping fearful children, women and old men who

were screaming for a shelter.

See you not the helpless people were awarded shelter from gift of rain of the angry cloud

and cane field as the villagers last defensible fortress ,

The Gunboat and military convoy make me remembering the helpless naked children of

Vietnam war running in the cross-fire or burning houses and increasing my stress.

I carry forward the memory of an innocent child of two years in my arms being silent and

fearful,

I know not ,if he thinks the prize of independence joining in the liberation struggle as

fearful as tearful.

Now after more than four decades of independence, I ask myself if I am duly returning to

the freedom fighters sacrifice,

Or I have to wait for many more years to understand the real meaning of my

independence !

Faruque Mirza

Brussels: 11.00

26.11.2013

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4 The Lost dream page 12

Liberation war gave us new horizon of hopes after many destruction,

And lovers many lost loves before reaching their final destination.

I met a beautiful girl on the road while she was coming back from school,

And the relationship developed soon and advanced reaching to anchorage final.

Standing on the river bank of my village, I rewind my lost memories,

And I feel the time like the windy rain is still sweeping away many of my dreams.

Now after many years, I remember a beautiful girl staring at me,

Whom I lost forever in the compartment of a train waiting long as if saying goodbye,

She stared at me saying nothing ; and the train vanished taking all her beauties

away,

And her pale face stayed longer in my mind than expected as days passed by.

I carried forward her memory while roaming from village to village finding a shelter to

live,

But longing of having her was soon forgotten than having my country s freedom as

pride.

After the liberation of war, I went to Pabna to find her where she used to live.

But I abandoned the idea of asking the neighbors to know if she was raped, married and

not alive ,

And I came back home thinking her to be unmarried, beautiful and mine.

Faruque Mirza

Brussels: 14.15

21.01.2011

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5 The jealous page 13

When I come to light your mind,

You make me sad and confused.

I know not If you still love my love,

But I lose not you losing mine.

The sun and cloud hide the beauties of moon and star ,

And for the time being, faces of theirs are not seen as twinkling and brighter,

The blue sky remains not always blue and clear,

And the bright day sometime becomes gloomy and darker.

The jealous mind paints the ugly face in my lovers mind,

And that destroys beauty of love and makes me stressful and sad

The interplay of jealous mind destroys many lovers loves and peace of minds,

And I love my lover more than before learning these lessons .

Faruque Mirza

Brussels, 19.50

01.06.2015

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6 Angelic smile page 14

When you play piano, parade fashion show or aimlessly roam,

Lovers of beauty love you with singing songs or writing poem.

When you shows up doing routine works or meeting people,

You look elegant and simple what no one ever imagine and see.

When you sleep closing your eyes, your dream steals your beauty and become jealous,

And you wake up with rising sun as blossomed flower as fresh and joyous,

I see no changes of your beauties seeing you from far away,

But I always feel you close to my heart through mental telepathy.

The smile of Mona Lisa is yet to be understood by the lovers of beauty,

And smile of your remains mysterious to the poet writing a love poetry.

It is neither the fault of your smile nor the beauty itself that makes your smile

mysterious,

It is the angel of beauty showing her beauties through your smiling lips.

Faruque Mirza

Brussels: 13.15

03.11.2013

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7 Ray of hope page 15

When I walk lonely in the woodland seeing beauty of the nature,

Suddenly you have come on my way looking my eyes and gone.

But you come back soon remaining in my mind until I lose the day,

And the exchange of your eyes takes me further away.

For , I feel now as if I am possessed all the time by a burden of shadow,

And your smile makes me as desperate lover as lover rainbow.

I stop not loving you like blue sky, twinkling star or full moon,

And you come back and remain in my heart forever as rising sun,

See you not, I have cried missing you long time showing no tears of love,

And now you hold me tight so that I lose not me losing you nowhere.

Faruque Mirza

Brussels: 1:20

23. 04. 2015

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8 The magnanimity of the sun page 16

The nature changes as I change my face in my play,

And all of you become happy when I rise to drive the darkness away.

You become happy when I go away to bring the light back,

And I become happy when all of you need my light being on track.

Being most powerful, I show little power and I play in my regular play,

In fact, I remain like a king in my own place revolving all of you from far away.

And I become proud when all the extra-terrestrial guests visit me with presents in regular

interval making a short stay,

The nature remain happy with all its children and the vast sky.

I see not the same in human race who remains peaceful only in the sleeping time though,

Their faces change many time rising with me in the morning and doing good or rough.

Sometimes being impatient, I hurt the soft mind of nature hitting by Tsunami,

earthquake, tornado ,Typhoon or pollution,

Now all of you need to partially control me and use solving your partial solution.

And I always remain friend with light of knowledge making me peaceful and sober,

See you not, I am obedient servant of my lord whom I fear as my only controller.

Faruque Mirza

Brussels: 19:45

04.11.2013

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9 The lover confession page 17

Never I cease to love my lover's love,

If I fall in love with someone,

I lose not me losing my lover,

And temple of love I keep in my heart as dreamer.

Should you ever fall in love with someone ,

You swim in a stormy river to reach the shore,

And your love lives in the vase of love with joy,

Unless you break as your toy.

When you cease to love your lover fearing the stormy river,

You just break break the lovers heart becoming a bad swimmer,

The true lover values love as the best gift of life,

And t love changes the life of lover with soft touch of love,

See you not , the love stories of Romeo-Juliet, Shree -Farhad and Leila-Majnu have

been glorified as true lovers,

And the storytellers did not miss citing their love stories as tragedy of lovers

true loves.

Faruque Mirza

Brussels: 13;05

05.11.2013

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10 Dreaming yellow dream page 18

The rising sun is taking away the dark night,

And my lovers love is becoming pure, golden and bright.

The horizon defeats the sky and bend down kissing the lover sea,

And the lover plans to meet the lover making many plea.

As the flowers blossom and enchant the bee to mate the lover,

My lover steals time dressing the dress in the yellow colour.

The nature arranges the lovers party and takes all the burden,

And the stars and moon glow brightly and kiss all the flowers in the garden.

The sun misses the lover s party sleeping far away in the darkness,

And the nature takes all the burden and brings back the lost happiness.

Yet the lover pair are not happy for not being welcomed by all the hosts,

And the sun makes up mind to welcome the lover pair with the hugs.

Faruque Mirza

Brussels: 18:00

29.11.2013

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I was born free to light the light to those who loved living in the darkness,

And now I am free again to go away giving my body to those who loved me making

yours.

Before leaving you, I simply say I could not finish all what I had to finish- forgive me,

And I never cease thinking you and small room of mine where I lived twenty seven years

alone.

I always was with you bearing the unbearable pain for no fault of ours or mine,

And the perseverance and determination betray not bringing the freedom and dignity

we all deserve to have.

The curse of apartheid is gone forever before my parting though,

Yet the fight to be fought against the social and economic injustice remain as tough.

See you not, marching towards achieving the freedom and dignity never were easy and will

be without sacrifices,

And we have achieved those unachieved becoming unified and rejecting all selfishness.

Now we are not weak anymore to fight against the unjust social , political and economic

discrimination.

And we achieve our freedom swamping vengeance for reconciliation.

Now you must look forward finishing the unfinished jobs discriminating none that I

leave for you all,

And now I am gone forever giving you my memory and body taking my soul.

Faruque Mirza

Brussels: 20:55

10.12.2013

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12 Rise up again page 20

The wind blows and snow falls, the blue sky remains blue not anymore,

And the chilly weather is getting back its reign making colder the sea shore.

The nature takes shelter with all its children hiding in the white snow,

And the green leaf of the green trees become grey and baldheaded making no row.

The time is racing ahead of us and furtively defeating all our longing,

And you become older and lifeless counting days of parting.

If you walk alone on the road of life like a dead river changing no direction,

The cloudy sky makes you unhappy and older giving you flowers of mourning rain.

See you not, we change many time changing from baby to old age,

And these changes of physical image change like our deaths several time.

Unless you rise up again from grave of melancholy and loneliness,

You remain in self- confinement and become a dead river as lifeless.

If you rise up now, the blue sky will become blue again meeting all the extra terrestrial

objects,

And you will have your life back enjoying all the beauties of nature becoming sober and

lover tranquil.

Faruque Mirza

Brussels: 21.40

11.12.2013

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13 Wishful thinking page 21

As the commotion of lives begin settling down at the dusk,

The night becomes idle for many having less pending task,

My lover relaxes after long works taking tea and talking to sister,

After ending the talk, she prepares to sleep brushing her hair.

The seeing off the night with the morning sun I prepare me for the day,

And I finish my breakfast taking coffee and waiting for another one in tray,

Suddenly, I hear the voice of someone asking me if I have taken tea or lunch,

And I feel as if my mother or lover becomes worried thinking me as hungry worker in

the trench.

Suddenly, my lovers mind changes as the foggy and windy face of the sky,

And I remain lifeless as my lovers love for me has been swept away

One day, I will come back with rising sun if my lover changes her mind and becomes

generous,

And then, she will be mine and only mine to change my life forever being lover

magnanimous.

Faruque Mirza

Brussels: 19.00

12.12.2013

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14 The seed of hope page 22

As my lover are more imaginative and sensitive,

I become nervous and fearful all the time as come.

The anguish of my lovers face makes me cry,

And I try to convince her to make another try.

I see my lover as beautiful and kind as an individual unique,

And complimenting her with my sweet words reaches nowhere.

I knit my hope like knitting a pullover for a lover dear,

And now I begin to revert the knitting as my lovers mind changes all over.

I know not if my breath of hope is breathing well,

As my lover never fixes up her mind and bell the lovers bell.

I make no mistake nurturing the love as I have to make,

But my lover rejects me straightway without feeling my love .

With falling night , I see the open sky thinking of my lover and her changing mind,

And the moon and twinkling stars I see as if laughing on me from the behind.

Faruque Mirza

Brussels: 20.30

15.12.2013

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15 The hard stone page 23

I come back to my senses and hide my cry.

And you say how sad you are not to try.

you are now free to love someone pushing me away

And I heal my wound losing your way,

And you forget the past time and forget me,

And your memory forgives you not forgetting my love.

You sleep not well rising up many time at night,

And you curse me for nothing and hurt my heart.

I am always part of mine thinking other being theirs,

And I am belittled if you compare with other blaming me liar.

You are always misguided by lovelorn and jealous friend,

And I am also encircled by many jealous friends who makes me sad,

Before saying good bye , I thank you for keeping me as lover redundant ,

And you become happy loving someone with no limit.

Faruque Mirza

Brussels: 0.45

18.12.2013

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16 My mother dear and my father dear page 24

I, George William Louise , talk what I want to talk staring at face,

And I feel love and affection seeing you and my fathers loving race.

When I feel hungry , you leave everything behind feeding me,

And I stop my crying feeling my mothers love more than my hungry gone.

When I cry to play or long having your company,

You take me in your lap and leave everything behind making me happy.

I forget not you when I sleep and dream many sweet dream,

See you not, I cry when something come ups against you and my father in my dream.

I laugh again when you and my father come up in my dream as my dear parents as partner

player,

And I feel, I am not going to miss you and my fathers love never ever.

I am grateful and indebted to you and my father dear as long as I live.

And I am going to pay back my debt loving both of you throughout my life.

I have brought the new sun to light you, my father, grand father, great grand mother

and bring happiness to the whole royal family.

And my follower friends born on the same day will enjoy the Christmas and new year

with me becoming happy.

F Mirza

Brussels: 18:15

23.12.2013

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17 The broken nest page 25

A boy and girl of 5 years happen to meet and play under the apple tree knowing not

each other ,

When the rain begins, they make a paper boat and float in the running rain water.

The next day while playing, a apple drops from the tree and slash the rainwater making

wet of their dress,

And they saw the sideways becoming fearful and nervous having the stress.

They come back again on the same place and play the same game near the apple tree,

As the wind blows, many apples fall on the ground and they pick them up as free.

The days pass by, neither of them play alone nor with others as play changes and grow,

And a strange feeling grow between them as the mysterious connection draw.

When the rain stops, the blue sky becomes blue again changing the face of the nature,

The rising sun chases the darkness and increasing the days luster.

And the boy waits , not knowing her going away forever, to play as they please,

But he knows not if the girl feels the same way before going away forever!.

F Mirza

Brussels 23.20

21.12.2013

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18 The panther and deer page 26

Since few days I am not really living with me,

And my mind is stealing the peace of mine.

The panther panics me taking my deer away,

And I keep no stone unturned blocking the pathway.

As my deer grazes within the built up fence,

The panther goes away becoming unhappy and frustrate.

Should you become reasonable and careful,

Your life will never be degenerated and deceived .

You become happier should you lead a simple life,

And your life will be free of worries and that you desire .

Forget you not, the panther remains around you all the time,

And you have to keep distance from the panther to keep you safe.

Faruque Mirza

Brussels: 0.45

24.04.2015

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19 Wave of hopes page 27

One day, I will go away leaving you my time and memory,

And you wash not that from your heart and make a diary.

I know not the end of my journey as the road ends anytime anywhere,

And certainly many of you follow me leaving all the desire.

Each Christmas and new year brings new hopes for many of our live,

And you walk along the road and hope living all the time.

The next year brings the next hope to carry forward your time and memories,

And you live not outside the stream of hopes that makes your stories.

You catch up with your time and enrich your memory,

And frustration you never face walking alone in the long journey.

See you not, many of us talk about love, society, humanity and diversity,

But they love living their lives irrationally and contradictorily .

You ask me not if they do not change their attitudes towards life,

And you just keep on trying to change their wrong beliefs and irrational lifestyle.

I brain storm my family and friends and people of different beliefs and different races,

And certainly one day, they will become real human being and come back to their

senses.

Faruque Mirza

Brussels: 18: 45

25.12.2013

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20 The blossomed flower page 28

You show your hidden beauties and flavor of thought ,

And the whole world go mad seeing you a lot.

I feel as if nothing is left over for me to stare,

And my heart asks me to borrow a part of your beauty as my share.

You see many time your image in the mirror becoming attractive and beautiful,

And your lover exaggerate not describing your face as beautiful as natural.

The painter paint your eyes borrowing big eyes from a roaming deer,

And poet fails not to compare your beauties with the blossomed flower .

I stand alone far away seeing you and your beauties I imagine and love,

And my feeling crosses through your mind and touches not cheek of your beautiful face.

I know not if you have opened up your heart and guarded for a lover intruder,

And I keep my name in the waiting list for you to choose as your lover dear.

Faruque Mirza

Brussels: 20:30

26.12.2013

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21 The mystery of artistic mind page 29

When you show up low, your deer eyes hide all the downpour of angry cloud ,

And your mind remains no more blue and force all your lovers crying aloud.

The cloudy sky changes the nature fearing the windy rain and storm,

And all your lovers become fearful thinking no more love or making dream.

When you parade on the dais before audience as a model showing your beauty,

The onlookers clap you thinking as their lovers walking home terrace or street of

city,

When you play a role in the film, you reflect the lives of many showing your mastery,

And spectators praise you seeing their stories into your artistic tapestry.

When you dance, the rhythmic movement of your body reflects beauty of woman

physique,

And the onlookers enjoy the beauty of their lovers and love enjoying their live.

When you sing song, your beauty surfaces in the lyric and melody of your voice.

And you own all these qualities as gift of God that are given only to the talented

artists and no one else.

Faruque Mirza

Brussels: 22:20

28.12.2013

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22 Let me love you as darling lover page 30

With mine fate, I meet you in the super highway way,

And the time stumbles me taking my luck far away.

I cry deep in me making no compliant to anyone,

And I just keep me away from you showing no pain of mine.

You always ask me if I have lost my lips and forgotten smile,

And I say you not to take my pains as part of your share,

Let me love you hiding my cry and remaining alive in your heart,

And you forgive me for all what I could not give you and lost.

You see me as lovelorn and lover hopeless,

And you come back to remove my feeling of loneliness,

I love you like my mother keeping nothing for her or other ,

And I always love you as my darling lover.

Faruque Mirza

Brussels: 12:13

30.12.2013

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23 Racing behind the hopes page 31

I want not to lose what I have got as gift from my lover dear,

And I do not want to have what I have been given never.

You see not back to make up your mind choosing the pathway in coming year,

And I make no mistake keeping me away from my lover fair.

I discover not stream of your thought plunging in the fathomless sea,

And your love teaches me becoming stronger as climbing the peak of Himalaya.

You beautify your beauties talking bath with flavor of flower in the full moonlight,

And I shine my love stealing the hidden treasure of your beauties and heart.

The blue sky remains blue and calm as you are beautiful and peaceful,

And now the windy and dark cloud vanish from the blue sky becoming fearful.

See you not, the unkind wave of sea plunges many unrealized hopes of mine,

And you fear not loving your lover until reaching to the desired shore of life,

Let us hope that the beginning of new year begins as peaceful as prosperous,

And you become more beautiful and young as blossomed flowers.

Faruque Mirza

Brussels 15:0

01.01.2014

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24 You never change page 32

When you cry , you look as if the snow of the whole world melts in your wide eyes,

And you become tearful and over flood all the rivers as if filling love in the lovers

dried minds.

When you smile , you blooms into a full flower beautifying the face of the nature,

And your beautiful lips kiss the lovers cheek and make the lover feeling heavenly

love.

When you become angry, you hurt your heart and make the lover nervous for the whole

day and night,

And you become a dried valley losing the joyous time with the sudden flight.

When you become tired , you expose your beauties as if sleeping in the showcase for the

public display,

And you look as beauty queen or angel of blue sky as a deer sleepy.

When you sleep at night, you sleep longer and dream many sweet dreams,

And your lover becomes fearful as if you are losing all your sleeping beauties .

When you wake up, your lover sees in your eyes and fears you as lover resentful,

And you look back in his eyes as if you seeing the lover beautiful,

If someone asks you if have ever kissed your lover wide eyes,

You say , that is what you have never missed now and the bygone days .

Faruque Mirza

Brussels: 19:10

03.01.2014

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25 Wind of fear page 33

Suddenly the wind of fear swallows my time and thought of mine ,

And life stops as if taking all the hopes away for a while.

My mind plunges in the stream of fearful thought ,

And I go back to my lord and pray for saving my darling being hurt.

I lose my words talking inconsistently whom I talk at the moment,

And I forget if she needs me holding her hands and pleasing my heart.

I come back to my senses after a while and begin thinking of helpless life,

And the time remains to enjoy life gives me no guarantee to make.

The unkind wind perpetuates in the blue sky as the cloud remains dark,

And the blue sky becomes blue again when her smiling face makes the mark.

My fear of losing her gives me sleepless night bearing the unbearable pain,

And I sleep not well and remain lifeless in my bed hoping to see the rising sun again.

Faruque Mirza

Brussels : 21.30

05.01.2014

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26 The invisible touch of mind page 32

When I see my lovers deer eyes, I see her heart

And when she sees mine, she sees my heart

I ask her if that is not my sin seeing her eyes,

And she tells me what she always desires .

When I desire her ; she looks as if she is sharing me as flame,

And when she stares at me; she sees me becoming man to her love .

The eyes and face are expressive of lovers minds that I see,

And she never asks me if I love her all the time.

The feeling of love grows furtively between two hearts and minds,

But they never if their feelings change and relationship remains.

The mystery of love remains mysterious to all lovers falling in love,

All they want to know ; they are loving each other for sure.

The love is the unique feeling between two inseparable minds,

And true lovers never forget to mend their loves if they make any mistakes.

Faruque Mirza

Brussels: 14.53

23.06.2015

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27 The prize of patience page 35

Seating in a tea stall, some of our friends are waiting to fall in love with a lovely girl,

The bell starts ringing at the school and making them ready to see the girl beautiful.

All of them follow the beautiful one riding the bicycle,

And the loved one passes the way and shows no indication of the desired love.

When the night falls, as if the face of beautiful one sleeps with them sharing the dream,

The next day, they forget all the dreams and see the school girls returning home in

beauty stream.

They follow them again on the sideline hoping to steal the heart of the loved one,

And one of their friend becomes lucky soon as the desirable one begins talking to him

loving the love.

Since then, he stops following the school girls and changes his thinking of beauty with

nature,

And many of his friends are angry and jealous to see him hiding in the abrupt change.

Now new horizon of love rises in his life and that changes him forever.

Faruque Mirza

Brussels: 10:30

07.01.2014

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28 Running behind the mirage page 36

The desert has no heart to give shelter to a lost traveler,

And mirage gives false hope of pathway to a life deserter.

The insects survive in the heap of sands hiding the hot winds,

And the scorching heat of sun leaves no place passing their easy lives.

I roam around the desert wearing the shabby dress of my future,

And my lover leaves me throwing in the forgotten nature.

My life is not breathing well before getting out of the desert,

And the thirsty mind remains thirsty reaching to the oasis at night.

I lose the beauty of moonlight sowing light in the desert,

And the morning sun gives me new hope of life flashing the light.

But my struggle of life sees no light with my dried life,

And I remain no human self before getting out of false hope.

I curse not my lover dumping me in the loneliness of vast desert,

But surely, I will leave my lifeless body to the lover living with heartless heart.

Faruque Mirza

Brussels: 01.50

09.01.2014

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29 Horizon of new hopes page 37

The dark and windy clouds has been driven out taking no control of blue sky,

And people of many thoughts now remain free and fearing none.

My intuition warns me not to become more optimistic and happy,

And the stormy clouds remain camouflaged and hiding the face.

No one knows if these enemies will not reorganize and sabotage targeted national plan,

And the patriotic spirit and watchful eyes of people keep them within limit,

The march of democracy marches reaching to the final destination,

And people of all ages and ethnic classes are relieved and pleasant.

The common people desires to have commotion of life as peaceful as desirable,

But the windy clouds plunge many hopes and aspirations into the rough sea.

And the young generation rescues the stranded ones as coast guard as saving life,

The wisdom and experience of captain succeed the navigation of ship without making

any plea .

As now fortress of hope reinforces nurturing hopes of national interest,

No evil forces can sap the strength and derail advancing democracy,

The nation survives and achieves all hopes and aspiration of people as set target,

And lovers of democracy must not lose their patience before achieving all independently.

Faruque Mirza

Edited by author, Brussels: 18.20 hours

22.04.2015

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30 Touching deep page 38

When drop of tears drops from my lovers eyes,

I lose all my happiness thinking all the time to know her pains.

Seating in my drawing room, I see the deserting green of forest,

And falling dried leafs of trees remind me losing many friends dearest.

I cry deep in me showing no tears in my wet eyes ,

My lover passes time closing all the window of her minds.

Now time of mine passes not happily as my mind remains barely alive,

And I see the dried trees as if taking away all my green life.

Now she wakes up again from her bed as if life asking her to forget the pain,

And I get back my life forgetting all the pains as if taking bath in the rain.

All I know , I live not within me without touching deep of her love ,

And now she promises not to leave me before the last breathing of mine.

Faruque Mirza

Brussels: 14:55

04.05.2015

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31 Fragile lover page 39

The blue sky is blue again playing with moonlight and twinkling stars,

And my garden becomes happy to bloom the beautiful flowers.

I fear not the jealous wind threatening the fate of mine,

And my lover punish me pushing me away as always come.

After long pause, she comes with beauty to enchant the

moon brightening the night ,

And I become happy to spread the flavor of love diminishing the

lovers plight.

When she looks beautiful and joyous, I forget all the pains spreading her sweet

flavor,

And my life becomes anew again loving my fragile lover flower.

She knows not the pain of solitude lover when dumped for no reason,

And I know for sure, the feeling of lovelorn lover is like breathing the life as barely

remain.

I know not if she comes back to feel the feeling of all my pains,

Certainly she will show up her deer eyes with morning rain unless she loves.

Faruque Mirza

Brussels : 0.01

15.01.2014

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32 The broken bridge page 40

I remove my shadow from your heart and keep in the darkness,

And you feel no love to become lover heartless.

I hurt my heart burying my desire in the grave,

And you feel no pain to burn me in the flame.

The complex mind kills your soft heart that all you possess,

And the classical example of lover s betrayal comes as now you make.

The reality comes first before emotion and feeling of love,

And you certainly fulfill your desire not to lose your loved one.

The whim of love separates many inseparable hearts and minds ,

And stormy wind sweep away our built up hopes .

You lose the invaluable love as thrash throwing in the bust bin,

And those never exist for being loved after being incinerated and thrown.

You can always keep up your relationship and strengthen the desired love ,

And the time has not yet gone away to make that happen if you like.

Faruque Mirza

Brussels: 11.10

16.01.2014

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33 See him at last page 41

See you not, he is creator of creation and destroyer of destruction,

He is moving your blood from vain to vain, brain to breath making no obstruction.

And your story becomes past and present and will be in the future,

See you not, he makes you sleep and rise, leaving no sign of his presence.

And he always remains in you as an unnoticed shadow,

You feel his presence when he wants to move away from your hearts window.

He remains everywhere and creates everything from his own discretion,

See you not, he creates and destroys all beauties creating new creation.

He loves seeing you obedient and making his way everywhere,

And you must see him being loved and worshiped by everyone.

The diversity needs to be nurtured everywhere for spreading humanity,

And no human being lives as unique and isolated forever as surely.

Forget you not, one day, your lord sends his messenger to your doorstep to ask you to

come,

And certainly you will follow him to see what you never see and taste.

F Mirza

Brussels: 20:45

28.12.2013

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34 The immortal time page 42

The darkness of night eats the light of the rising sun,

And the sun drives out the darkness of night as changes of time run.

The summer says goodbye and welcomes the winter ,

And the nature changes its dress from warmer to cooler.

The green trees become grey and bald-headed changing the face of the nature,

And you, I and all run to adopt to the changing face of nature .

But time remains immortal and see the changes of nature and the extra terrestrial

objects.

And the creation and destruction of living organisms remain in place as mysterious .

The scientist come up with a partial solution to the creation of the universe,

Yet we have to go a long way having the right answer or the imaginative one .

But the time is ticking ceaselessly and showing no sign of stop,

And the breathing of heart races with time from body to body having only a drop.

The creator creates and destroys everything to create,

And time marching ahead leaving all behind what is taking place.

Faruque Mirza

Brussels: 19:00

17.01.2014

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