Poems by Shakhawat Tipu

Parenthesis


A blouse is in parentheses
         not a button in here
It was like one of the hooks
         fell off
         two worlds.

The third eye is in the two circles
        as like
        a rotating pendulum.
I am looking at you with love
        Inside, the hope is deep
        in the middle.
 
Breath kisses me on the front
       and a miraculous brace
       hangs behind.

As if, as—
        The turn of the oscillation
        of a rock in the world.

Labyrinth of peace!



Willing, leave of the alive soul
        return to dead soul.
That is under the olive tree
to give, having lived a life, then
that is less time to leave!

In each house of sorrow
only the dream remains awake,
        all the rest 
        of the shadows!
Despite the fact—arms aren’t people,
Despite that—land isn’t freedom!
Even then, the voice of innocent 
People floated from memory!

Babies who screams wake us 
       Up 
       Howls are hidden there
       Escape the maze of peace!

About the Poet:

Shakhawat Tipu is a poet, essayist and editor from Bangladesh. He has published eight titles of poems and a book on a famous Bengali sculptor Novera Ahmed and her art works. Recently, he published two Bengali poetry books are `Snayujuddha’ [Cold War, 2022] and ‘Razar Kangkal’ [The skeleton of prince, 2020]. His poems have appeared in Poets of the planet, Voice & Verse, Rigorous, The scribe, Rialta, The Haiku foundation, culture book and among others. Tipu’s poems have recently been included in `Poets and Places’ [Austin Macauley publishers, UK], and `Rebel Poetry anthology’ [Back Room Poetry, UK]. His poem has among the top finalists in the Wingless Dreamer Publisher contests. He is the founder editor at Bengali literary magazine pratidhwanibd.com.
Poet’s Photo Credit: Dhrubo Das