Wording Guns
Mirth found from suns
Memos referenced in reruns
Chaotic jamming with drums
Children learn linguistic puns
Spake not all bloated buns
Had butter churning urns
Are nostalgic in the long reruns
Here an idea returns
Praying earns
©️Mehjabin Shahed April 2020
Image : collected
https://www.deviantart.com/mihihathi/art/Wording-Guns-985474159
Mehjabin Shahed
Dhaka, Bangladesh
Industry: Real Estate, Engineering Consortium
Title: Senior Executive
Expertise: Poetry, preparing modules and teaching English for IELTS, SAT I, SAT II Literature, Advanced Spoken English, conducting Debate Competitions, In Charge of News Letter, Gender Sensitive.
Website: http://phoenixdebok.webs.com
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From academic mentoring to revering alongside romantic depths of Magical Realism, writing poetry was one of my fauvist passions. I loved contemplating about reasons behindthe manners in which different people behaved. My hypothetical debates have conversed on a very interesting state of affairs _ Akashic Fields.
I first realised changes in me when just started writing poems, I read sequential ‘Celestine Prophecy’ by James Redfield – I phased into an occupied understanding of energies and attention. Posterior, I read Bertrand Russel, thence I wrote more. Maturing youth adorned my “Bouquet of Thoughts”, my poetry folder, then there was thunder, rain and storm. Subsequently I read Necronomicon which is referred to as the devil’s handbook, I was intrigued by the Ladder of Light. I pursued graduating SilvaESPUltramind, a meditation course- I wised up to my third eye while I unearthed my infatuation for Oneirology.
John Keats once said, “Fanatics have their dreams with which they build a paradise for a sect.”
I collected segments from History and Mythology to sketch my own version of anecdotes referring to hypothetical personalities as I wandered through the infinite wilderness of stories where even the sky was not big enough for bothsunrise and sunset, an excerpt from Geeta Hariharan’s “WHEN DREAMS TRAVEL.”
My theoretical depictions tend to announce silently: an ancient mirror that glinted obediently revealing impatience_ reassuring that there is nothing in the world- real or imaginary- which it cannot reflect in its glassy depths, or which it cannot stretch, enlarge or distort.
The Talmud’s simile on dreams adhered its interpretation to the letter being read. Pope’s card being reason, passion was the gale as we sailed diversely on life’s vast ocean. Some say that skipping judiciously is rather the art of reading, alas the devil ciphers scriptures for his purpose thence. Then again I must agree with Porblittus Syrus referring to speech as the mirror of the soul deducing that men spake as they were.
“Literature always anticipates life. It does not copy it, but mouldy its purpose.”
— Oscar Wilde
It is said that the eyes believe themselves, touché that the ears believe others though one cannot argue La Rochefoucauld stating that hypocrisy vanishes as men chased pleasure. Although according to Francis Bacon being wise while in the act of loving is rather impossible. The mirrored relations relating history as past politics whilst politics presented history is together reverently coheres to building the world with our thoughts. I love travelling, been to around 20 countries all over the world. I enjoy my relationships with my students a lot.
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