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
June 3, 2017
How Poets Sleep
Our minds don't stop,
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