{"id":171,"date":"2020-10-02T20:29:02","date_gmt":"2020-10-02T20:29:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/chintasutra.com\/english\/?p=171"},"modified":"2020-10-03T17:15:09","modified_gmt":"2020-10-03T17:15:09","slug":"red-fly-and-others-by-mohammad-nurul-hoque","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/chintasutra.com\/english\/red-fly-and-others-by-mohammad-nurul-hoque\/","title":{"rendered":"Red Fly and others by Mohammad Nurul hoque"},"content":{"rendered":"

Scratch of Sunshine<\/strong><\/span>
\nEyes of a man lying on the back draw the sky of the roof
\nWhen the stars die the melting nights come to know\u2013
\nPoems brought waves during the strikes of rivers.
\nWe learnt that time that we shouldn\u2019t ascend
\nto the peak as very short it is;
\nWe know our handfuls of rivers had never risen to the peak.<\/p>\n

If you read the manuscript of fall
\nin reference to the tress of relations
\nYou\u2019ll see dusts cover up history,
\nand wind also feels scratches of sunshine.
\nFlocks of darks scavenges the rise up-to-top\u2013
\nFall follows a principle\u2013 history of hate does too.
\nEternally-blind terrorism of light seemingly
\ndraws picture in the whole blue;
\nTreating me as mad spreading night engulfs and eats me.
\nThe painter seems to be a cheat; the detective crow doesn\u2019t
\nfind me before and after the procession!<\/p>\n

Take this evening river\u2013
\nhave a drunken sip when the sun dies
\nAnd my pocket is full with the thirsty sky of Chaitra;
\nThe nights wake up raising slogans in the brain
\n\u2013to demand for light.
\nThe river doesn\u2019t rise to the peak\u2013
\none who rises is burnt by extreme hate.<\/p>\n

Nights of April<\/strong><\/span>
\nI don\u2019t see you. See the river of the old night flies over
\nin the window like blue fringe of your saree.
\nWho they are uttering ravings in April?
\nThe shoals of anguished fish with mouthful eggs
\ncross over the dark passage of Time;
\nMiles of black night awake with dreams in eyes.
\nThese dreamful rivers of dawns being winged clouds
\nfly away in Kalidasa\u2019s Sravan-evening.
\nAh! The Princess\u2019s eyes get full of sleep and dreams.
\nWhen the golden sticks break down,
\nThe silver sticks begin to love the moon in dark.
\nYet the sun continues to migrate.<\/p>\n

I sit in the window and see the trees
\nenjoy songs in the tranquil ears of wind.
\nIf anyone\u2019s sigh burns piles of fallen leaves,
\nblue and red palaces of eternal myths break down;
\nYet more dear are alluring lies, not the truth!
\nWhen the sky flies in gloomy evening nowadays,
\nSleepless Kadam recognizes well hairs of Parbati.
\nA great mystery it is, you know\u2013
\nHaving got me alone, the old April nights
\narouse my body with waves of lust and love.<\/p>\n

You pass the black night gazing at my eyes
\nRock inscriptions of Asoka remain grayish forever.
\nYou don\u2019t come near me, yet I embrace you in dreams.<\/p>\n

Red Fly<\/strong><\/span>
\nI wake up hearing songs of a red fly
\nAnd see you before my eyes\u2013
\nYou are sitting alone being co-wife of blind river!
\nForgetting numbers of streams, I began to sing
\nin your name notations of a chubby evening.<\/p>\n

The patrician night had slept for days in our south veranda
\nbut never had I practiced any songs of night.<\/p>\n

A baul I was; had I never walked in the spreading fields?
\nBut sounds of my footsteps you had always heard.
\nThe sun sets in the brain of the blind night, and the field
\nI traverse alone where the red fly awakes.<\/p>\n

I don\u2019t want anyone in my bed of this sun-shone night!<\/p>\n

Translated by Nazib Wadood<\/strong><\/span><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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