Satan’s Lamentation

Satan’s Lamentation
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“I give up,” – said Beelzebub, vexed with frustration,
his face, more livid than the fire, burning
in numerous corridors leading to
the great hall, where he sat, flushed, on his lavish throne!

A wary whisper of bewilderment
rose and ebbed through the ranks of his puzzled lieutenants,
as they looked on their lord, who hid his face
behind the licking flames of his hairy palms.

They wondered what ailed their master so vividly
but were too afraid to ask, lest his wrath
send the questioner with a corrupt scheme to earth,
‘O boy, O boy, doomed would be he on whom
such a curse might fall’, they all thought in unison,
for their schemes of late had grown less and less
sinister for human taste, almost angelic
compared to the latter’s own, almost fair!

Soon the tension inside that fiery hall
became palpable, as the assembly grew restless
for the reason behind their lord’s distress
and the orange flames on their backs turned a trepid blue.

At long last Beelzebub raised his horned head and spoke,
“When God created me, long before human beings,
I was a lowly child but rose up through my remembrance
until God anointed me as His head seraphim
but woe unto me, then God breathed His Light
into the souls of Adam and his partner, Eve!
The rest you know, I was undone by jealousy
and pride. I was expelled but not before
I could ask from God the power to penetrate
the human souls, He said, “Except the believers’!”

And that was the deal since the dawn of man on earth;
that they would come and seek their origin, as I
shall try to lead them astray from the path
and you know the last century has truly been
a golden age of success for our kind,
so much mayhem, bloodshed and anarchy
but now with our trade’s dynamics in their able hands,
they have grown more violent than we could ever hope to be!

Once was enough but now wretched humankind
has beaten me twice, once before the dawn
with their grandeur and now at the onset of dusk
with their internal crookedness!”, he paused and heaved a sigh
then rambled on, “What an irony, despite my name
human evil keeps beating mine, time and again!”



Bulls And Cows

Bulls And Cows
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If ever on earth you show me a hen,
I can show you a cock when it’s my turn.
No matter whichever bull you point to,
you bet I can find an almost twin cow!

You might say it is hormone, that you can
but balls or breasts don’t make or break a man
and once you strip away the gender roles
enforced on us for social bigotry,
you should see, we are not that different
deep inside, in what we crave or despise
and where to be in a year, two or three
from now! In short in our aspirations
that let us live we are identical,
though we have complementing genitals,
just like an average soul’s wishes are, despite
the color of its cloak being black, brown, red or white.

The Real History

The Real History
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Hello, let’s talk about time, particularly the time that is collectively referred to as the past. Each of us has our own version of it, spanning the length of our life that we can recollect. Though among kin and like-minded individuals these versions can overlap, often they remain mutually exclusive. Then there are national and regional pasts, often expressed through haughty words like ancestry or heritage.

However, instead of losing our way inside this labyrinth, let’s start with the smallest one, the individual past. Last month I turned 37. So, let’s say I have a past that is three and a half decade long. Now when I recall something that happened to me three years back, it does not seem to be an awfully long time ago. But at the age of 15, recalling something that transpired when I was 12, felt as if the event took place in another life. Well, there is a simple reason behind such distorted perceptions. At 15, 3 years was literally one fifth or 20% of my lifespan. So, proportionally it should take more than 7 years now to invoke a feeling similar to what 3 years felt like at 15. Consequently someone who is 80 years old that threshold should be around 16.

But enough about individual past, what I really want to talk about is the commonest of all our pasts, which unfortunately is also the most neglected of them all, the past of humankind. According to science, modern humans or Homo sapiens emerged around two hundred thousand years ago. But before moving ahead, let us connect the dots we skipped as we jumped from 80 to 200000.

A hundred years ago the Indian subcontinent was still a part of the United Kingdom and the whole world was busy fighting the Great War. Exactly two centuries ago it was the infamous year without a summer, caused by the massive eruption of Mount Tambora in the Dutch East Indies. Four hundred years ago in 1616 Shakespeare officially breathed out his last breath just a few months after Galileo confronted the Catholic Church. He said Copernicus’ Heliocentric theory of the solar system is correct but the Church in response issued a notice forbidding him to speak of Copernicus’ theory. A thousand years ago the official map of the world consisted of Africa, Asia and Europe only and two thousand years ago the top two religions in today’s world simply did not exist. I know the list is becoming tedious but we have connected only one percent of the dots.

In fact the Roman era to us is almost 500 years more recent than the first Pyramid in Egypt was to the Romans during their imperial days. But it was still 500 years more recent than the Mesopotamian civilization was to those Egyptian pyramid builders.

You see, with the average lifespan of around 70 years, it is very hard for us humans to comprehend the span of two hundred thousand years. So let’s try to shrink the span of two hundred thousand years down into a more comprehensible amount, instead. Let’s assume in an alternate reality one month roughly equals 500 years of our time. That makes two hundred thousand years equal to 400 months. If we start counting backward from October 2016, according to our special calendar, homo sapiens or humankind as we know it was born in June 1983. The “Scientific Adam & Eve” or the most recent common ancestors to whom all the existing Y chromosomes in males and mitochondrial DNAs in females can be traced back respectively are estimated to have lived in East Africa around this time.

For the next 130 months according to our calendar or 65 thousand years of normal time, outwardly we did nothing except hunting and foraging across the eastern and southern shores of Africa, though inwardly we were evolving as our brain became larger to accommodate a more complex social structure. We were also making progress in our use of language. Then in April of 1994 or 135 thousand years ago, we migrated out of Africa for the first time, inhabiting Middle East and South East Asia.

Despite the onset of the last Ice Age in June 1998, within 35 thousand years of that migration we started using weapons to hunt down large games. And by February of the year 2000 in our calendar or a hundred thousand years ago from now we had started showing early signs of various ritualistic burial practices.

Then in February 2005 or 70 thousand years ago, we moved out of Africa for the second time and reached as far as Australia within the next 20 thousand years. It took us another 10 thousand years to reach Europe and colonize the entire old world.

Within a few months of reaching Europe, by December 2010, we seemed to have settled down enough to start painting images of the wildlife around us on the walls of our habitats.

Finally as the last Ice Age started nearing its peak some 25 thousand years ago, in April 2012, we set foot on America through the resulting bridge of ice on the Bering Strait.

The Ice Age ended about 12 to 13 thousand years ago, which is in September 2014 according to the calendar. The resulting rise in sea levels drowned the Bering Bridge and separated America from the rest of the world. I believe this ought to be a good spot for archaeologists to start looking for the existence of a scientific Noah but let’s move on. Three months later in January 2015 we began domesticating plants and animals.

By June of 2015 that domestication culminated in the Neolithic Revolution, also known as the Agricultural revolution. Consequently we were building cities in Mesopotamia in July and inventing the wheel in September. The Bronze Age began in October, the same year and by November there were early forms of writing.

In December 2015 or about 5 thousand years ago city states began to grow and so did territorial wars.

The rest we have covered earlier but still let’s browse through them again. In January 2016 the first Pyramid gets built. One month later in March Moses leads the Exodus. In May, the classical era begins with the rise of Socrates in the west and Buddha in the east. Jesus is born on the next month and in July the rise of Islam begins. In August, the Normans invade England and in September Europeans rediscover America and Australia to give them their due places in the world map.

Finally we have returned to the current month. So everything from the Renaissance to the Industrial revolution, from the occupation of the Indian subcontinent by the British to the destruction of the Berlin wall in Germany happened within the past couple of weeks. In fact the Berlin wall was built around Noon 3 days ago and was brought down only yesterday.

Anyways, the point I am trying to make is that our past, the past of humankind is really long and for more than 98 percent of that time we had lived in mutual coexistence. What I cannot understand is how just a week or two’s worth of difference can create the illusion of eternity in the mind of millions, if not billions of human beings, educated and illiterate alike.  How would we treat a fellow individual, boasting of an exclusiveness based on a change of status for a month or two? Humankind as a whole should equally be discouraged to boast of things based on a change that happened a mere 500 years ago. Because if we define our existence by the span of our collective learning, then 500 years for humankind is as brief as a month or two would be for an individual. And if we use words like Heritage or Ancestry we should never limit its scope to a few decades or centuries, as our true heritage is at least two hundred thousand years old. Of course I am a big fan of diversity as it is both precious and inspiring but a denial of the underlying similarities is neither diversity, nor a valid argument in its favor.

That’s all for now! Hope to see you in the next episode! Take care till then and may the force always be with you!


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Wreathe me not with a laurel worthy of
adorning the aureate Archer himself
or the peacock-throated saltating Destroyer!
I am a mortal, a mere one as well,
with wild dreams and a creative spark alright
but one who came after his proper time.
What else could I have been but a misfit,
a complete alien in the world today,
with so many shadows of the same God
fighting one another for mastery
of a caliphate or a promised land
or to secure the black gold from below?
What else could I have been but a rebel
or an outlaw in today’s societies,
with the multitude of wounds inflicted on
the face of the earth, carved with a child’s wit
and the Devil’s wickedness, to safeguard
the grand illusion of national pride?
With a million valleys cleft almost everyday,
each wider than those of the Mariner
and a billion fabricated lies to breed
violence and anarchy, what else could I have been
but a cruel Ice age, all encompassing
or annihilating all like a forest flame?
Or perhaps such a time will come again
(for History is famed to be repetitious),
when both the world and its inhabitants
will overcome the silly mutations
(mostly shortsighted amid a few that were gradual)
occurred in both their feeble bodies and minds,
during the second millennium, a mere fraction
of the span they have been on earth as humankind!
Though none of that would change a thing for me,
since then too I shall remain as undeserving
of any praise or compliment as I am now.
In fact, if my delirious predictions
are destined to be true, for coming way before
my due time I have reasons to pine even more!



6 Years of Blogging: A Flashback

6 Years of Blogging: A Flashback

In the afternoon WordPress wished me a happy anniversary through its notifications menu. I realized six years ago on 4th August 2010 I started posting my works to this blog. The floodgates of nostalgia were flung wide open as memories rushed in and overflowed my consciousness. So many things happened over the course of these years. Things that were both significant and trivial, sad and delightful, glorious and humbling. In brief, the journey has been and still continues to be almost as adventitious as life itself. A few of those found a place in some of the posts but most remained buried in a faraway island that I call my heart, an island that owns nothing but is owned by nothing either.

Anyways, the year was 2010 and in March that year I seemed to have finally settled down in a career after some jumping around. Though I was writing in English for four years by then, it was all limited to my personal diaries. With both my personal and professional life in complete disarray, I could hardly think of the luxury of sharing my words with the world. Of course the quality was at best elementary, if not outright questionable as well. However, once the job security was there I started thinking about sharing my poems. I found WordPress in August after trying a few other poetry hosting sites like I stuck to WordPress mostly because the interface was more user friendly than the previous ones I tried.

So, in August 2010 I started posting to this blog and ended up publishing 86 posts in one month. Those were from all the poems I wrote in the previous four years that I found good enough to share with the world. By the end of that year I added 14 more to the tally, December being the most productive month with 8 posts. Back then one thing I liked was the way after publishing each post, WordPress encouraged me to achieve my next target of posts. I forgot the sequence of targets but most probably it was 25, 50, 75, 100… as far as I can recall the encouragement stopped after reaching 200 or 250 posts. I wonder whether that feature is still available for the newcomers or was later removed from the site.

Like any enterprise, the starting months were tedious with little or no return. At the end of the year, the 100 posts on the blog received 335 views in total. As the stats page in front of me shows, the number in the likes and comments columns are a meager 14 and 13 respectively and the Visitors’ tally was not available until 2012. The most viewed poem was Vow, published in October with 44 views.

In twelve months on 2011, I added 72 more posts and September was the most productive one with 14. For some now forgotten reasons February 2011 has been the only month so far when I did not publish a single post. Though the view count at the end of the year was a little less shameful than the previous one with 1326, the comments and likes columns continued their meager streak with 16 and 80 respectively. The most viewed poem was Life, Dreams, Memories And Me, published in March with 109 views.

In 2012 a further 142 posts were added and with 17 of them published in December, it was the most productive month of that year. WordPress started counting the visitors sometime in this year and at the end of it, my blog had 170 of them with 3595 views, 473 likes and 69 comments. The most viewed poem was Humayun Ahmed: The Most Popular Writer of Bangladesh with 65 views. Published in July that year, as a tribute after his death, this poem has been the most viewed piece on the blog for four consecutive years, with 279 views in 2013, 343 in 2014 and 482 in 2015. Even in the running year it is the 20th most viewed poem with 111 views. I think you can very well imagine the popularity of the person the poem is about.

In 2013, 158 more posts were added. At the end of the year my blog was viewed 3898 times by 1654 visitors but both comments and Likes went downhill with 39 and 159 respectively. The most viewed post was unchanged from the previous year, as you know already. The most viewed post published in that year was I’m A Tree with 44 views. It was published in May of that year and November was the most productive month with 21 posts.

2014 was the year I added more than 200 posts for the first time with 217 in total. According to the figures displayed on my blog, of all the months July seems to be the most productive one. However, as there was a war between Israel and Palestine in that month, I reposted a few antiwar poems written by fellow poets. Now I think it was December with 25 posts, as from the trends I can see winter is more productive for me than summer. The most viewed post written in that year was The Fire in Her Eyes with 77 views, published in September. In all 1471 visitors viewed my posts 4072 times with 1329 Likes and 120 Comments. This year is also special for me because an anthology, Nature and Human beings: Individual and Collective, of my poems was published from Amazon  in March.

Finally, in 2015 the stats started looking more similar to that of a newbie. I added 212 posts in that year and my blog received 10,751 views from 2993 visitors who rewarded me with 7952 likes and 785 comments. December once again was the most productive month with 40 posts published.  The most viewed poem written in that year was A Cold Goodbye, published in July with 166 views. July was also the month I resigned from my job after five and half years and decided to invest all of my time and efforts into creating contents for the world in both written and audio-visual formats.

This brings me back to a familiar point, having a tumultuous professional and personal life. After a year of unemployment, last month I have finally found a way to be self-employed by monetizing my creative contents on a YouTube channel @ Amit Rahman and a Blogspot page @ Amit’s Two Pennies. This way of securing sustenance has more freedom as well as self-accountability. At the same, if successful, the monetization would not only provide me with money but recognition too and that also from a wider berth of people than is available in private services. However with only 32 subscribers so far, even the minimum sustenance seems a dream as distant as the afterlife itself. The fact that almost all of the subscribers are Gmail account holders but not active YouTubers is even more disparaging. So, my dear poets and fellow bloggers, I would truly be grateful if you kindly subscribe and watch my videos. I would also urge you to return to my channel regularly if you find its contents useful or interesting. Currently I have three series in production at the channel, they are:

  • Five New Words: In this series I offer five English words with their etymologies, pronunciations, meanings and examples in each episode.


  • Two Pennies: In this series I offer my two pennies on history, philosophy, literature, religion, psychology, politics and current affairs.


  • Poems by Amit Rahman: This one consists of the readings of my poems with their texts being displayed on the screen. Of late I have also begun to include a brief context of the poem being read at the end of each episode.



Hopefully I have not dragged this too long to lose a reader halfway through. If you have made it to this far, let me not bore you anymore and end this piece by earnestly praying for your kind support and patronage towards my humble enterprise detailed above. This is my anniversary pledge to you, my readers.

Thanks a lot for your time! May you be in peace!