Uday Shankar Durjay A beautiful walk under the wooden garden Mahathi

Uday Shankar Durjay A beautiful walk under the wooden garden

In the absence of extraordinary beauty, I have been waiting for a brand new summer. Nature must be more natural and more charming than any one’s expected. A significantly long wait was hanging in my note pad, believe so, summer will knock me out promptly. Windows are open, the doorbell activated, close circuit cameras keep watching around. I accept wind will listen to the whispering of the branches that leaning on each other. Cheerful breezes will make a wave in the hearts of trees. I just have been waiting to capture them.

I would see her shadow left behind, some maple leaves blown over it to absorb fragrances. I would have a beautiful walk under the wooden garden. Sunlight will change its name to flashlight; the ray of lights is not the lights; they are bows of sun, just falling in the ground. Might be there is a river inside me to take a divine drive to Ocean from this forest. I won’t let it be finishing so soon. Once summer vanished, I would hear the whispering of the branches of trees. My stunning eyes get stuck to the brightness of the leaves where the sun painted green on them. Quivering leaves are knocking behind me; summer will go soon. Leaves will go off quicker.

Lea Bridge Road Leyton, London 07/09/2020 7.30pm

A Locked Down Seagull

I used to see the reflection of sunlight dancing on your lips, sparking and glittering like pearls on the golden grass. Now a deadly frustration encompassing me. An invisible animal is out to vanish all the lights. We are getting disappeared on the darker day by day. Can we remember 1820, 1920? And now 2020. Is it equality, snatching peace away from us? We may mention it’s a revenge of nature. Never expect this incompatibility to our life ever, but this is literal to the human; this is also true we didn’t care about our planet. Still, we are using a huge amount of plastic bottles and containers and throwing them into the seawater at the end. We are clearing the natural states an acre and acre. We are killing animals for a million purposes. Now a day everything has stopped. Silences and loneliness surrounded us. However, nature is getting so green though. Animals are in the open yard like free verse poetry. Unlimited fresh oxygen around us like kite flying in the sky; soft breezes are blowing over the building like birds are set free to roam. ron’t move inside out. relivery vans are dropping the goods, Uber-eats are delivering the client’s order. But we are completely locked in the wall. We can’t enjoy the time; We have been just counting the day for the new sun; we have been waiting for the new light.

618 Trafford House Basildon SS16 5GY, UK

On The Dark Night River

You know the yellow colour that is from the sun and it’s the sign of happiness. I feel you beyond the shadow of a doubt. I look for you at the wooden bridge on the dark night river. Maybe you left the port with your boat, maybe you left everything whatever you belonged to in this home. No place to move around just counting the stars one after another; they are countless like the aspiration of your way back. This water is very calmly alone, just a few little waves talk each other so faintly. I don’t want to get crushed in the illuminated fireworks, don’t want to even break a bunch of your beautiful tears. I just wish I could be anywhere somehow to catch you. I just want to be there with you, with your hidden tears, with your twisted hair.

Poppy Gardens Essex, United Kingdom 17/01/2021 23.40

Uday Shankar Durjay is a poet, essayist, and translator. He writes regularly in many daily newspapers and magazines. Uday Shankar Durjay was born in Bangladesh and now he lives in the UK. His first writing was published in 'Daily Jessore' in 1996. He studied Business Information Systems at the University of East London and MSc in Management at BPP University, UK.

Published books of Mr Durjay: Likhe Rakhi Bishuddho Atmar Ratridin (Night of the Pure Soul, Bangla poetry collection), Western Avenuer Aronnodin(Woodenday of Western Avenue, Bangla translation of selected English poems), Prabanddha Sangroho(Collection of Bangla articles).

Edited magazines: POL(An international poetry magazine), Spandan(A creative magazine of Bengali Literature). usdurjay@gmail.com