Poems, Niloy Rafiq. Bangladesh.

 NILOY RAFIQ

 Bangladesh

Niloy Rafiq began his literary journey in his school years, contributing to the literary pages of local daily newspapers. His voice soon reached national prominence, with poems appearing in leading newspapers and little magazines across Bangladesh. Over time, his work transcended borders: more than a hundred of his poems have been published in international literary journals, magazines, and newspapers.

His poetry has been translated into over thirty languages—including English, Spanish, Swedish,Finnish, Albanian, Macedonian, Serbian, Russian,Ukrainan, German, Italian, Greek, French, Portuguese, Persian, Hebrew, Polish, Arabic, Urdu, and Chinese—testifying to its universal resonance.

Published Works

English Collections (Amazon, Latin America):

1. Sun Leaf 

2. An Incomplete Kiss

3. White Stone 

Bengali Collections:

1. Bishuddho Bishade Bhasi Ami Rajhans (I Float Like a Swan in Pure Melancholy)

2. Pipasar Paramayu (The Longevity of Thirst)

3. Nona Manusher Mukh (The Face of the Salt People)

4. Agnyato Agun (The Unknown Fire)

5. Ankhi Anka Adinath (The Eyed Adinath) 

6. Momer Prarthonay Nato Matir Sharir (The Earthen Body Bowed in Waxen Prayer)

: Niloy Rafiq. The Poet of a New Horizon: a book of review on the poet's works, written by Professor Gausur Rahman, a renowned literary critique and author of Bangladesh 

Forthcoming Collections: 

1. Nur-er Pathor (Stone of Light) 

2. The Fragrance of Fire (English)

Style and Vision

Rafique’s poetry is a spellbinding weave of thought and emotion, where rhythm and diction create a hypnotic cadence. His words form a delicate yet powerful tapestry, making him appear less a poet than a magician of language—conjuring wonder through syllables and silence alike.

International Recognition 

• SENEGA Literary Award, Italy (2025) 

• NOSSLIDE Literary Award, Italy (2025)

SWARUPKATHI-2

Niloy Rafiq 

In secret sorrow, the necklace trembles with fever

The weeping cloud draws the eye with its form

In the mind of creation, the house of peace collapses

The dream-dweller dissolves into the river Kaliganga.

The dream woven in a deft net remains unfinished

A new address forms in the ribs of the duck’s isle

Erase the artisan from the lost cover

Silently, the worshipped word becomes the script of the casuarina.

The rhythm-bound heart pulls toward green hills

On the road of art, a house of light is built

Thirst plays hide-and-seek in the dark with a rose

The shoreline’s artwork breathes mountain fragrance.

 

Translator: Jyotirmoy Nandy 

SWARUPKATHI-1 

Niloy Rafiq 

In the garden of beauty, Swarupkathi glows—

A palace of verses, dancing with words,

Where flowers of mystic melody blaze

In the forest cave of time’s peddler.

On a night of art, in Nilachal’s hush,

Nature converses in quiet tones,

A cloud-maiden waits at the gaze’s estuary,

Love’s touchstone stirs a storm in the sea—

Yet joy voyages to Sonadia, the isle of love.

Beneath creation’s seedbed, poetry takes form,

Its face, the pole star of nature’s sky.

In the chariot’s procession, treasure lies hidden

Within the nectar-school’s enchanted heritage.

 

Translator : Jyotirmoy Nandy 

.......

THE DIARY OF MASUD SHAFI 

Niloy Rafiq 

In tales, a staff-saint stumbles through falsehood,

Blind devotion rides the river in a reverse chariot.

The heritage of flowers adorns the heart’s home with trees—

On the far shore, you may glimpse the light of civilization.

In the artisan of weeds, a vast genius hides!

Waves of stolen dreams ripple through the breast of purity.

North to south, the casuarina sulks in silence—

Is the torn manuscript still missing from memory?

Masud Shafi, thirst unfinished,

Awakens the pole star in sky and mountain.

In slogans of light, the face meets life’s horizon—

Hand me the notebook of words, scented with reflection 

Translator: Jyotirmoy Nandy 

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THE WINTER BIRD 

Niloy Rafiq 

I gaze, enchanted, as fragrance stirs nature’s courtyard—

Through deep forests, the winter bird glides,

Mist-veiled windows brim beside riverbanks,

Waves kiss the hills with a smile of misted delight.

In the green’s dancing form, a bird loses its way,

Each day, a restless soul calls to the land of memory.

At the fair of pure love, a word-farmer sows verses

On a winter-bitten morning, as a golden sun warms the Bakkhali’s shore.

In the spellbound gaze of trees, a procession of songs—

Unlatch the heart’s lock, let the unknown ferry arrive.

 

Translator : Jyotirmoy Nandy