Wings of Minds

By Dr. Sirajul Hoque

My poetry book entitled 'Wings of Minds' is a collection of modern English poems dealing with the stern realites as well as direly sombre aspects of life that focus on how man suffers on account of hostile fate and its workings on love in the course of reaching a destination through inscrutable predicaments contrived by despair, disease and death. These collected poems conjure up a real world of melancholy that commands sympathy .The poems virtually celebrate macabre situations by means of philosophical ideas that are related to passions of life weaving a cobweb in a psychosocial domain. My poems generally represent my personal ideology as they overshadow my concepts of pessimism and realism that make a mark on my poetic creativity.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Authors Click Publishing
• Release date: May 17, 2024
• ISBN: 9788119368266

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Wings

There's a little symphony

In the melody of our minds,

When birds sing in the choirs

And flap their weary wings.

There's a little symmetry

In the sphere of our minds,

When clouds soar in the sky

With their wonderful wings.

Mind

My mind turns restless

Like a parrot in the cage,

As earth seems covered

With a canopy of the sky.

My mind turns restless

Like a captive in a prison,

As earth looks like a trap

That decoys my only soul.

Minds

Let's open our eyes now

With high hopes of hearts,

To sweep away all sorrows

For the pleasures of minds.

Let's open our hearts now

With the shattered dreams,

To shove out all distresses

And worries from the minds.

Melancholy

There lies no melancholy

In death of a ruthless tyrant,

That makes all minds rejoice

And forget the horrors of life.

There lies no melancholy

In the melody of perfect love,

That springs from true hearts

And soothes all heavy minds.

Mania

It's but a kind of mania

To revive a moribund day,

That's spent with poverty

When pangs are plenty.

It's but a kind of mania

To invoke a gloomy night,

That brings all melancholy

When miseries multiply.

Mind

My mind fidgets so fast

Like a blossom in the bush,

It seeks perfect peace of life

When a storm horribly howls.

My mind flaps its wings

Like a partridge in the cage,

It shudders in fears of death

When thunder peals in clouds.

Wish

In a reverie at noonday

I wish to take a pair of wings,

Like a wanton wild warbler

To enjoy all freedom of flight.

In a dream at midnight

I wish to make a happy nest,

Amidst the verdant leaves

To enjoy the peace of mind.

Woman

You say a woman's weak

And not so wise as a man,

She bears a womb in herself

But not a perfect mind for me.

You say a woman's weak

And not so wise as a man,

She forges wiles in her mind

But not a genuine love for me.

Friend

If I would die for my love

And all my mementos fade,

Will you not mourn for me

Like a rarely faithful friend?

If I can revive myself to life

To prove mendacity of death,

Will you not believe me then

And hug me as a true friend?

Candid

Ever I lead a candid life

Though I have spent years,

With momentous memories

Of my lost childhood days.

Ever I lead a candid life

Though I have spent years,

With the pleasures of youth

When my mind had wings.

Peace

I find no peace in life

As it has gone far away,

With the dusky sundown

And the darkening night.

The nightmares gather

To break sleep in the dark,

And I can't fall fast asleep

To restore peace of mind.

Death

I feel the touches of death

While living a miserable life,

As the most intrepid mortal

That breathes still on earth.

I see all grimaces of death

While lying in gloom of night,

But I never live like a coward

To set my mind free from fear.

Fear

If I find myself besieged

By a pride of hungry lions,

Whom should I fear most_

Either the beasts or death?

If I find myself imperilled

In a sinking shallop at sea,

Whom should I fear most_

Either the depths or death?

Wings

My poems take wings

That carry me to heaven,

With all splendour of love

To offer pleasures of life.

My poems take wings

That impel my mind to fly,

With the thrills of ecstasy

To forget the fear of death.

Recollect

I can vividly recollect still

Those days of my childhood,

They're lost in oblivions of life

Like the fragrance of flowers.

I can vividly recollect still

Those days of my youth time,

They're lost in an oasis of love

Like the mirage in the nights.

Memories

I find myriads of memories

To conjure up a yarn of love,

But few of them I shall forget

Never to bear in a sad mind.

I find myriads of memories

That I shan't care to restore,

As they may make a mistake

To fill my mind with miseries.

Nature

When I hear the cloud

Rumbling in the dark sky,

It threatens to rain eftsoon

So I call it a cruel nature.

When I see the rainbow

Smirking at my face in joy,

It provokes a rare surprise

So I call it a gentle nature.

Grace

It's God's grace to me

As I find a crumb for life,

And take it as a great gift

For my living on the earth.

It's a God's grace to all

As I find breath for living,

Yet I can't praise his boon

With gratitude for rare love.

Minx

Once a minx came to me

In the dead of a dark night,

When stars were all awake

But the moon was asleep.

Alone the minx appeared

In the still of a murky