Munia Khan, BD




Concrete Poetry



Free Verse


Blue Stanzas


I found an empty chair
and sat on it
to find myself even emptier
I found a broken glass
and looked at it
to see my dissolved face
a little prettier
I found a steep doorway
and entered
in order to close my exit

I found the syllables of my name
struggling to come out
from your forsaken lips
that took me to our bluest past
the past of our innocent nights
when you whispered and I listened
when you sang and I cried
when we found
the sacrificial walkway of blue



Unmetered Rhyming Couplets


My Dreams


Dreaming my mind, I open my dreams
My reverse realities chase the screams
My mind now dreams along with my heart
Where I fall asleep, yet I’m on the alert
There I take my paper to write down with my pen.
Before I say my prayer, I say ‘Amen’!
I lay on the stairs; I count my steps on the floor
Closing the glass, I start breaking the door
There I drink the food and eat my water
I shiver in cold when I feel so hot
Into the silver tea I pour my green cup
I taste it all before I start to sup
I listen with my eyes; I watch with my ears
I feel a smile on my face when I look so fierce
Without being famous, I enjoy the fame
Uttering the ring, there I wear his name
Sitting on my laptop, I type on the chair
I listen to his poetry, read his music in the air.
I touch his voice with my finger tips
I inhale his whisper with my eager lips
Staring at his words, there I read his image
I’m getting lost into my dreamy maze.
Driving the road, I go down the car
I go to buy chocolate from a nearby bar.
I hear the tunes of piano from a nice guitar
Then I drive towards the moon as it’s not so far.
My eyes upon the window as I stand by the moon
Into my state of dreams this is how I croon
Thus to keep on dreaming I still am able
Wish my dreams were never irreversible


The Little Black Book: Concrete Poetry: The Key









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