Tareq Samin is a Bangladeshi Poet, Writer and Editor. He is author of five books, include two poetry collections, two Short Stories collections and a Novel. Some of his poems are translated in English, Spanish, German, Slovak, Portuguese, French and Hungarian Languages. Nature, Love and humanism are central to his work.
The sunset in Nagarkot hills
I am standing with a friend
yet I am alone
and thinking about you.
The sun is setting in the west
of Nagarkot hills.
Twilight are visible at skyline
clouds are kissing with the forest greens.
birds and insects are making noisy sounds
evening temperature is getting chilled.
fogs and clouds are flying like soft cottons
and I am alone
with many people.
Most tourist couple have already left,
how unlucky they are
those did not kissed each other
in this foggy mountain evening.
Difference between you and me
In your such a surprising depth
also what an astonishing restlessness
prevails in me.
How serene you are, loving and realistic
How idealistic and mystical I am!
When you spans yourself like the sky
Then I search the depth of the sea,
Revolution rebellion and breaking the boundary
is my morale
Bondage hypnosis and mesmerization are
of your customs.
I want to break and build
I want to die and then be renewed in life
You want certainty
and want to love.
Sunana (listen) she said
During my eating in a restaurant
the most sweetest
Suddenly they came,
a young couple.
Just after they sit
the man tried to kiss the women
the women with little laughing
the man stop just like an obedient child
just after one sweet word
someone repeat in my ears
I see in you
is not only
through my eyes
but also through my heart.
This is why
I will be always
Two pairs of pinkish lips would be kissed up
as if like the sucking of liquid chocolate,
The endless time will be spent up
to keep my head on your breast,
In a serene silence I’ll smack of your lock’s smell.
In the recess of my work
I’ll search the depth of your mind,
In the night I’ll whisper the words
Which are very much secret and only for us!
When the sleep’ll haunt me
then you’ll embrace me,
And when after the game of love
You’ll be exhausted then you’ll sink in slumber.
In the morning when we’ll wake up from the primal sleep
Then we’ll draw a sheet to be together.
After that taking a bath both we the two will
take an outing of our respected work,
Only for this expectation I crave you my dear,
For this need Age after Age our middle class life
will be living for ever.