Showing posts with label Shakil Kalam. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Shakil Kalam. Show all posts

Saturday, May 17, 2025

Three Eras of Transformation in Bengali literature, anArticle by Shakil Kalam

Introduction:

Since the emergence of the Bengali language, literature has predominantly been expressed through poetry. Scholars note that until the 18th century, Bengali prose was largely confined to letters and official documents. However, the early 19th century marked a significant shift with the rise of prose literature, particularly after the establishment of Fort William College in Kolkata. Poetry remains the foundational form of Bengali literature, having undergone numerous transformations over time. Today, three major literary trends dominate Bengali literature, alongside a relatively weaker spiritualist movement. Based on these evolving phases, poets are often categorized into different schools—some identify as modern or postmodern, while others align with surrealism or spiritualism. 

Modern Poetry:

Modern poets highlight various aspects of daily life through distinctive wordplay and unconventional structures. Their works often reflect contemporary events, societal demands, and the spirit of the times, resonating deeply with human consciousness. Rejecting traditional poetic forms, modernist poets favor free verse, experimenting with style, abstraction, and vivid imagery. They explore themes such as reality versus fiction, social decay, detachment from life, and the degradation of values. Additionally, modern poetry frequently incorporates allusions to mythology, history, and cultural works, enriching its depth and meaning. 

Postmodern Poetry:

Postmodern poetry emerged in the mid-twentieth century as a radical departure from conventional forms. Characterized by playfulness, fragmentation, and a rejection of unified narratives, it challenges the notion of a single, coherent reality. This style often mirrors the social chaos following wars, revolutions, and political movements, capturing the revolutionary fervor of those seeking societal change. The youth, in particular, play a crucial role in dismantling old structures and advocating for new ones. Postmodern poetry embraces contemporary consciousness, raw emotion, vivid imagery, personal perspectives, and experimental forms—including graffiti, visual art, and unconventional metaphors—to reflect the fragmented nature of modern existence. 

Surrealism:

Surrealism is a form of artistic expression that diverges from reality, bearing no resemblance to authentic, rational experience. It is rooted in irrational thought, bizarre narratives, and subconscious impulses—elements that exist beyond conventional logic and reality. Surrealist poets draw inspiration from the psychological theories of Sigmund Freud, particularly his exploration of the subconscious mind. 
Freud’s assertion that "Thoughts originate more from the subconscious than the conscious mind" heavily influences surrealist ideology. These poets believe that human desires, fears, and unresolved thoughts often manifest in the subconscious, shaping creativity when the conscious mind is relaxed. Surrealism seeks to bridge the gap between conscious and subconscious thought, using symbolic imagery to dissolve the boundaries between reality and the inner psyche. Its ultimate goal is to transcend the limitations of rational thought, merging the physical and mental realms into a unified artistic expression. 

Spirituality:

Spirituality represents the depth and evolution of religious consciousness or faith emerging from the soul. It encompasses belief in a divine entity, religious principles, or metaphysical existence, often without tangible evidence. These convictions are frequently reinforced through personal experience, metaphor, or tradition, guiding followers toward spiritual fulfillment. In Bengali literature as well as in global literary and cultural traditions spiritual themes have historically permeated poetry, folklore, and prose. However, in contemporary works, this influence has significantly diminished, with fewer modern rhymes, stories, and articles reflecting deep spiritual or religious undertones. 

Conclusion:

Countless poets, writers, and essayists worldwide claim their work has reached the postmodern stage. Many argue that we must abandon old ideas and move forward—especially in an era defined by scientific progress and the rapid evolution of social media. Stagnation is not an option; we must advance. But the crucial question remains: In which direction? There is no clear answer. We are but a few individuals, perhaps naive, who feel compelled to challenge these issues. Yet, driven by conscience, we dare to ask: Do those who proudly call themselves postmodern creators truly consider how deeply their works engage with urgent global concerns? Issues like peace, humanity, human rights, gender inequality, unjust wars, oppression, exploitation, wealth disparity, the proliferation of deadly weapons, combating corruption, financial inequality between elites and marginalized groups, rape, the rule of law, good governance, democratic deficits, the lack of democratic culture, rational distribution of national wealth, fundamentalism, state control under religious pretexts, the marginalization of minorities, climate change, destruction of biodiversity, environmental degradation—are these meaningfully reflected in their writings? Are these issues irrelevant, or are they being ignored? Isn’t it time for poets and writers worldwide to confront these questions through their work? The answer is clear: Yes. The time has come for writers to engage with these pressing issues. 
- Shakil Kalam 
Bangladesh 

Saturday, December 21, 2024

Two Poems by Shakil Kalam

Comfort is better than happiness  

The phone in your hand is guaranteed
But your life has no assurance.
You have accumulated such pain in cloud's mind equal to the pain of mountain, 
You have to remove it, you have to melt it.
I can write for you, one world-poem. 

In what type of boat you have floated your love?     
In your twinkling starry sky courtyard! 
"Shapla Fota Kajal Dighi's" black water?
The mystery of the secret cottage of thy mind, 
Me have to seek out it;  
Must understand, what is it?


On the way to the future with time

The sky where the sun rises, the sun sets
A new sun rises, dispelling the light darkness of dawn
New ideas emerge in human consciousness
Draws a vision of the future in the depths of the heart
Countless doors are opened for future decision-making
At the end of darkness comes the direction of light
A star twenty million light-years away was caught by the scientist's giant telescope 
The space was decorated by the moon's light; 
What a wonderful light!
In the light of the full moon; the fireflies don't burn in this city.
Suddenly the crow-clouds of the eastern corner thicken in the northern sky, 
In the universe of heart and soul.
I am swing in the sway of faith and disbelief;
A whirlwind, a tide rushes at the border of thought, 
To snatch my hope from my life.  
What is the wonderful truth of life? Death! to survive!
Life moves forward in the future at its own pace, 
Some great feats, some sweet memories and the dry existence of natural beauty are left behind.

- Shakil Kalam
Bangladesh 

Tuesday, November 12, 2024

Four Poems by Shakil Kalam

A Frame

A frame hung on the east wall
There were some pictures from a long time ago 
Very bright, fresh, smiling
They used to talk, laugh and play with me.

Second, Minutes, Hours, Days, Weeks, Months, Years,
Forty-five years have passed in the circle of time

The colour of the black and white pictures is also faded.

It seems it has flown away like volatile camphor.

Eyesight is getting progressively weaker;
The lenses of the glasses need to be replaced every year.
Memories are doing betray, no one's picture comes to mind.
Only memories are ruminating and leave on
Morale is getting weaker slowly.

Many of my generation have gone,
I am also a passer in the same way; everyone must have go.
Someone will tie my picture in this frame?
Or will I be tied to this frame?

Sometimes friends or familiar people will say,
He was a vagabond, an insane, a so-called poet.
Maybe someone will see the picture in full

love eyes!
At some point, the frame will be thrown in a corner of the storeroom
It will stay there eternally; carelessly and negligently.
Or shall it be thrown in the roadside dustbin?
In the frenzy of modernity, in the brilliance of youth.
This is life! This is the last result of human life!

Yeh, inheritors, you see, in this frame
There is so much love, affection and compassion involved
And how much sweat, labour, investment, blessings, and dreams.
Your ancestors are hidden there
History-tradition and culture, policy, ethics,
Social and family values, ideals, laughter-crying, happiness-sadness.
Don't throw this frame away in disgust.


Poet of My Immortal Poetry

A creative poet is accolade in the morning, in the evening and forever
He to be alive in the people's hearts through his creations,  
Gets immortality in the heart of the readers
He sings the praises of humanity and Humaneness
He preaches message of humanity to people
He initiates people to get their rights
He becomes long live in the hearts of readers for thousands of years;
Creative people shine like bright stars in the sky and give light to people
Enlightens the human race
He sings the praises of humanity and peace
Even if a group of miscreants breaks the sculpture of a creative person
His thousands sculptures creating in the heart of readers
And imprintes on the human heart continuously
Fools themselves to mankind, . . . .
Abominable beast will be! Woe to the beast!


Comfort Is Better Than Happiness 
 

The phone in your hand is guaranteed
But your life has no assurance.
You have accumulated such pain in cloud's mind equal to the pain of mountain,
You have to remove it, you have to melt it.
I can write for you, one world-poem.

In what type of boat you have floated your love?     
In your twinkling starry sky courtyard!

"Shapla Fota Kajal Dighi's" black water?
The mystery of the secret cottage of thy mind,
Me have to seek out it;  
Must understand, what is it?


On the Way to the Future With Time 

The sky where the sun rises, the sun sets
A new sun rises, dispelling the light darkness of dawn
New ideas emerge in human consciousness
Draws a vision of the future in the depths of the heart
Countless doors are opened for future decision-making
At the end of darkness comes the direction of light
A star twenty million light-years away was caught by the scientist's giant telescope
The space was decorated by the moon's light;
What a wonderful light!

In the light of the full moon; the fireflies don't burn in this city.
Suddenly the crow-clouds of the eastern corner thicken in the northern sky,
In the universe of heart and soul.
I am swing in the sway of faith and disbelief;
A whirlwind, a tide rushes at the border of thought,
To snatch my hope from my life.  
What is the wonderful truth of life? Death! to survive!
Life moves forward in the future at its own pace,
Some great feats, some sweet memories and the dry existence of natural beauty are left behind.


Poet Shakil Kalam is a root finder writer of Bangladesh. He obtained his Master’s from the University of Dhaka, he is presently working as an Additional Director at the Central Bank of Bangladesh. Mostly, he is renowned as a central banker, researcher, poet, child litterateur and translator. His poems have been translated into twenty-six languages all over the world. His published books thirty-nine are the best sellers and textual books taught in many universities in Bangladesh. Awarded with Order of Shakespeare Medal 2021, Gujarat Sahitya Academy award 2021 and Global Prestigious award 2021. He is the founder of the literary group SahittyaPata. He is also the International Ambassador for the Chamber of Writers and Artists in Spain as well as a member of the International English literary journal's Advisory Board of the ENGLIT" and the "Unending Quest." He is also a member of Dhaka University Political Science and Master in Governance Studies Alumni Association.

Friday, May 3, 2024

Two Poems by Shakil Kalam


The Beach of Sorrows 

In the port of my suffering
You don't anchor the ship of your happiness
I used to sit upto midnight let to illuminate me
With the light of your heavenly love
Because you would come to my aesthetic yard.

The salty taste of blue pain in my dreamy land
Because you are missing in my canvas
The chewing of memory goes on endlessly
As clotted like a dark cloud.

I live on the shore of the ocean of sorrows
Melted moonlight touches me.
You will come very soon.
Before the golden glow spread around me,
Shadowy light in darkness.

You and I will be lost
Holding hands far and far away,
In my dreamy amaranth, 
And in the transparent waterbody's lake.

Hoping for a Fruitful Tree

What a long delay!
Polaris are sparkling, and
Charles's Wain is shining
In the corners of the sky for billions of years.
Across the longest way of the waiting, 
Now she is very tired.

The planets are moving in its orbit with diurnal and annual speed cycle.
The foliage is only growing and growing --
Still now the flower is awaiting with It's expectation; 
For sepals, allium, pistils, stamens, pistal and so on.

Recently, another tree has been growing  amazingly 
The tree will be yield something
Though nothing is fructifying. 
Yet man waits for a fruitful tree.

- Shakil Kalam 
Bangladesh 

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