SHIKDAR MOHAMMED KIBRIAH, born on 1st July, 1968, in Sylhet, Bangladesh, Masters in philosophy, is a globally published, awarded, translated and featured world renowned poet, essayist, story writer, critic, translator, ambassador and philosopher. He is a bilingual poet and writer writing in Bangla and English. He is a global poetry promoter and literary figure. He is the founder and president of Poetry and Literature World Vision. His published books are so far 19. Among them eight on poetry, eight on prose and three on story. His writings have been translated and published in 40 languages. He has been featured as a global poet many times. He participated in world poetry conferences, fairs, festivals, recitals and literary conclaves. He performed as a jury, discussant and speaker globally. He is an ambassador of world peace, love and humanity appointed by different literary, cultural and poetic forums active globally. His writings are often published in world famous print and electronic magazines, journals, newspapers, websites, blogs, anthologies, tv, radio and channels.
His literary, poetic and philosophic works are published in AZAHAR Revista Poetica, Spain, Atunis Poetry Galaxy, Belgium, The Poet Magazine, UK, Prodigy Magazine, USA, Polis Magazine, Greece, Kultura, Serbia, Growth, South Macedonia, Taifas Literary Magazine, Italy, Poetryzine Magazine, Serbia, Nekajano, Montenegro, Bharat Vision, India, Homo-Uninersalis.blogspot, Greece, Petruska Nastamba, Serbia and so on. He is published in THE AsiaN/Arab, Egypt, The Moment International News, Egypt, Kenya Times, Kenya, Al-Arabi, Egypt, Agarid, Lebanon, Chinese Literature, Sahu News, Today’s Headlines, YidianZixun, Shanxii science and technology, China, Fm786 News Portal, USA, Panama Poetico, Panama, Wordsmith International Editorial, Italy, The Rainbow, Lebanon, Sigio, Spain, Las Americas, Dominican Republic, Voz de goicoechia, Costa Rica, El sol de Colombia, Taghridat Nakhla, Lebanon etc.. international newspapers and almost all of the national and local newspapers in his country Bangladesh since 1987.
His poems have been published in world class Anthologies like Atunis Galaxy Anthology-2022, Belgium, Candles of Hope, an encyclopedia of thousands of poets of the world, Tunisia, World Poets Serbia Anthology/2021(350 poets of the world), Compassion (100 poets of the world in one theme), Bosnia-USA, World Poetry Yearbook 2021 and 2022 (Chinese-English), China, AZAHAR Revista Poetica, Spain, World Contemporary Poets, Vol. 1 and numerous anthologies around the world. He participated in world poetry festivals, recitals and conferences in India,Turkey-Russia, Italy, Peru, China, Mexico, Portugal, Romania, Bulgaria, France, Spain, Tunisia, Argentina, Colombia, Indonesia, Panama, Uruguay, Pakistan etc..
He is interviewed on 21st Century Critical Thought: A post modern Voice Volume-3 with Mr. Dr. Jernail Sing Anand, India, in Writers Mirror, Assam, India on poetry with Mr. Bipul Chandra Kalita, In Kultura online newspaper with Madam Valentina Novkovich, Serbia on poetry, philosophy and contemporary world crisis, in Prodigy Magazine with Mr. Zlatan Demirovic, USA on poetry and philosophy, in Polispress Magazine online journal, Greece with Madam Eva Petropoulou Lianou on poetry, in Argentina poetry festival with Madam Mirta Maria Ramirez, Argentina and Bangladesh Television.
Besides English and Bangla his poems have been translated into Spanish, French, German, Russian, Italian, Serbian, Romanian, Arabian, Hebrew, Portuguese, Hindi, Indonesian, Polish, Dutch, African, Vietnamese, Greek, Macedonian, Bulgarian, Albanian, Chinese, Filipino, Japanese, Irani Persian, Azerbaijani etc. 40 over languages.
For his brilliant contribution in world poetry and literature he is awarded lots as a Literary Laurel, UNIVERSAL GOLD STAR 2020 , Universal Excellence, Poetic Excellence, The most influential personalities, Golden Heart, Best personality, Global Poet, Poet for Peace, etc.. and honorary Doctorate Degrees and a lot of diplomas and certifications.
CLASSIC WATER AND GEOMETRIC LIFE
Haven’t you experienced water!
Having smelled pre-historic water,
you can notice it is purely simplified.
Life is geometrically formative too
Through a shower of classic water.
Earthen productivity, smiling corn,
Floating life-time in low-down water,
Endless march of Adam’s children
All are geometrically ridged in the map.
Don’t you sense the science of water?
The universal cycle revolves with
Water cycle.
House of God is on creative water
That rolls to the ocean straightly
Producing vapour, clouds and rain
Water runs to the sea through drains,
Canals and rivers in a cyclic order.
Would you really like having water?
Give out the fragrance of your wet hair
Like raindrops in a nonstop shower.
INERTIA
All types of modernity obviously a black sea
While it’s an inertia.
Still covered my poetic corridor
With some modern grasses.
Symbolic moons try to remove darkness
Even though they know little how to cross
A black sea.
Then, is it pre-historic or nonconforming?
My poetic pulse begins to beat
With some ordinary words and
Makes a poetical hut.
An advanced city looks back to a moon
Brightening archaeological Harappa, and
I open all of my windows to enjoy
A post-modern morning.
I’m neither symbolic nor a saint of words
I’m to touch reality with an intuitive turn,
And cross the modernism
At least like a pre-historic world
Freely rounds the sun.
A THOUGHTFUL KITE
Opened a website of the sky
For an endless quest of experience.
Grey sky has worn a widow’s sari
With shuttled clouds to and fro.
And above there is a cerulean ocean
Of a tranquil cover.
Going round all the planets
In a regulation.
In fact, there is nothing to be endless
Hence, the thoughtful kite runs after
In quest of boundary and starts
To the north
In a motive to touch the edge.
After crossing the North Hemisphere,
It is thrown into outer-space
Alike nothingness.
Experience is nothing but the lost aeroplane
In Bermuda Triangle, broken Discovery
Or Pathfinder on Mars.
Is the Logic final option?
Then where is the border of nothingness? Nothing has no border for its infinity.
Therefore, how the infinity could be existent
While extremely everything is to be limited.
The thoughtful kite keeps constant circling
In the skyline——
Then a cycle of fallacy dominates
The brain-monitor creates a grey-illusion;
Here-after an astral sky of night starts
To flash the red signal.
Declining the moon the vanishing sky comes down
Into my eyes with a sleep
Alike a dead-planet and killed the website.
Sitting on the top of the tree
An aerial mother-kite is hatching her eggs.
A GRASS PROJECT
From the pre-historic time
I’ve been walking through this planet
My worldly visit took its road through
Babylon
Now stepped in such a territory which is,
In fact, a panoramic internet
Of numerous rivers.
In this river basin
A huge and historic human habitation
Green fields, mountains and forest sides
Made its landscape to outstanding sketches
Bangladesh is the name of this green Delta.
Miles after miles
I’ll walk by the side of small rivers,
Green corn-fields and greener villages.
In the overwhelmed scent of green grasses
I will sleep full of spell-bound night.
I smelt it in the spiritual world
While the angels were moving fast
With the grass, leaves, seeds and semen etc.
It was then mixed with my sensation.
Just changed my world from one to many
Actually I’m who was green all the time
Like the grass.
On this planet I’ve come with a grass-project
I’ll grow perpetual grass and observe
How much green
The living being will have been attained.
I’M IN MY EXISTENCE
While thoughtful Descartes
Of whether he was existent or not,
Sitting in my corridor,
My wife cut fish then.
Out of my courtyard
Some goats were eating grasses
Taking dust in their handful
Naughty boys started throwing
From each other.
Coming back airing dust
Domestic cow herd
Just before sunset
The sun was going down
With a colourful exhibition
Having kissed by the departing sun
The leaves had to fall asleep.
There was a hurry in the ferry
From the river
Returning village wives
With the pitcher full of water
Hanging all the beauties
Of the evening
In the neck of the pitcher
And moving with creating
An artistic swing.
Perceptive all these
How could I refuse?
Descartes started to swim
in the essence
And said,
“I think, therefore I am.”
A SURREAL LOVE
Heavily touched a untouched healthy cheek
To touch an impossible reality
Sensitivity knows it’s not in fortune
Yet leave a bait subconsciously to be happy
She is none in the sense lonely noon knows
Even so lighted a darling dawn calling crows.
