Alone beneath the mountains
His final sentiments were etched into the table before he succumbed to his final rest: "I found solace in the mountains. They demanded nothing and remained steadfast by my side."
1m ago
White-eyed Corpse
The beast bellowed below Mushfiq’s bedroom window, propelling rushes of tingles within him. He smiled.
10m ago
Will-o’-the-Wisp
The sky to the west and overhead is mired in darkness; but to the east, light is gleaming out like a jasper stone, as clear as crystal.
1y ago
Favourite season
Showers and storms give way To a surge of sunlight A fragrance of hope floats in On morning breeze
1y ago
Rendezvous with the Devil
Carving mysterious runes with bones A pentagram etched in my soul Pulling on the blistered sinews Of Desperately unrestrained sins
1y ago
What He Did
He joined the army at eighteen; a soldier through and through. He was tall, sturdy, ruddy-faced, and almost always urbane. Mahmud was my neighbour for nearly five years. He had moved from barely inhabited hilly terrain of Khagrachhari to the city of a heightened breeding place, old Dhaka. His decision to leave the vacuous and soulless life of the barrack could be being closer to his own children– all of them were assumed to be in their primes.
2y ago
She-wolf
The forest was still in the early hours of a cold autumn morning. The silence was broken only by the breeze through the trees and the restless trickling of a stream running through the middle of a clearing.
2y ago
January 25, 2020
In Between the Lamps
The pale yellow moon shone through the leafless winter trees. Their silhouettes were the only beauty in the dark between the lights of town. I hunted the imagined monsters that live in the dark. I was out in the fields where no one should walk alone.
December 21, 2019
Speak with Ceaseless Spark; Speak to Leave an Indelible Mark
“Let thy speech be better than silence, or be silent,” said Dionysius of Halicarnassus. While realizing the essence of this sagacious saying, we can readily conclude that good English speaker is rarer than hens’ teeth in these regions of the world where there is an outlandish, preternatural and almost spurious cultural supposition that having a kingly command of the English language is rather an odious pageantry of colonial aggrandizement.
October 26, 2019
Tears of Dying Calm
I separate the bleeding stars
September 7, 2019
THE MUSE
Each writer born must have a muse, Or so I’m told, for if they do, And if they should, do they know how To let it in or haven’t found
August 3, 2019
Ocean bloom
Aqua blooming ripples of ocean, wisping hair
May 4, 2019
Empty buckets
Strolling through a concrete jungle
January 5, 2019
The Bench
The bench was deceivingly inconspicuous with its chipped paint and creaky wood. It practically promised that if I sat on it, I could enjoy a feisty lunch in a brown paper bag and watch the pigeons fight over crumbs without any life altering events. Yet sometimes the unexpected happens in the most ordinary of places.
September 16, 2017
The Principle of Resonance
The Architect of designated Life
July 29, 2017
The Lights of Love
The universe has a way of tossing us into the winds of time
June 3, 2017
How Poets Sleep
Our minds don't stop,
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