Lamp of grief
Nothing is meaningless if speech and silence fill void, flowing in the same force, and no one blocks the road to dreaming.
1y ago
Three Songs: Kazi Nazrul Islam
Like a wounded bird, my songs/ tumble down at your feet, my love.
1y ago
October 17, 2024
Republic of the dead
As if playing a game of chess / Still the world waits for the next dawn
August 31, 2024
Swapane eshechilo mridubhashini
Translated by Mohammad Shafiqul Islam
August 31, 2024
Jabar bela fele jeo ekti khopar phul
Leave a flower from your bun when you depart, my love.
May 25, 2024
Mor ghumo ghore ele monohar
In my deep sleep, you came, my love—
November 25, 2023
We’re still alive
We’re still alive/ but they wanted to die a natural death
November 1, 2023
Bombardment
What’s life if a sense of darkness/ doesn’t connect night to sunlight
July 20, 2023
Lamp of grief
Nothing is meaningless if speech and silence fill void, flowing in the same force, and no one blocks the road to dreaming.
May 20, 2023
Three Songs: Kazi Nazrul Islam
Like a wounded bird, my songs/ tumble down at your feet, my love.
August 27, 2022
Love at Second Sight
Dream is a mystery sometimes unfolded amidst creeping eeriness unstipulated to the seemingly compos mentis. As long as my stint in your thought bears a meaning for life because I wish to worship the sanctity of your feeling for me and tree,
August 27, 2022
I wish the world were a painting
Now I wonder the world is a painting, an imaginary chamber where captives sing, like a caged dove obeying a hunter enticing free birds to live in bliss. And then I see darkness of dusk fade away as the sun begins to peek in the east.
X