⁠⁠Poetry

⁠⁠Poetry

KHERO KHATA / The people within me

I am not a single name. Not a single wound.

1d ago

KHERO KHATA / Fragments

Grey chips of rough cement  Rust rubble all around,

1d ago

KHERO KHATA / Mosaicked wounds

This was the way it ended: not with fire, But carried quietly under sleep-beds,

1d ago

POETRY / I loved you because I did

So go in peace, be free, be kind.

1w ago

POETRY / What do you want to be when you grow up?

I cannot tell you that I want to be intoxicated, inebriated, and stashed away for the rest of eternity while holding your hand at the mediocre fair in the middle of the crowd of ill-mannered school-children who grew up too soon

2w ago

POETRY / The companion

It said, 'You've brought a return ticket with you friend / Remember, people are not meant to be held onto.'

3w ago

Poetry / Three Songs: Kazi Nazrul Islam

The mind craves to fly far away. / In the guise of a beggar, eyes wet with tears

3w ago

KHERO KHATA / The moon is a cheeseball and we are effervescent

The moon is a cheeseball,  Cratered, yellow, and huge like your eyeballs 

1m ago

The people within me

I am not a single name. Not a single wound.

1d ago

Fragments

Grey chips of rough cement  Rust rubble all around,

1d ago

Mosaicked wounds

This was the way it ended: not with fire, But carried quietly under sleep-beds,

1d ago

I loved you because I did

So go in peace, be free, be kind.

1w ago

What do you want to be when you grow up?

I cannot tell you that I want to be intoxicated, inebriated, and stashed away for the rest of eternity while holding your hand at the mediocre fair in the middle of the crowd of ill-mannered school-children who grew up too soon

2w ago

The companion

It said, 'You've brought a return ticket with you friend / Remember, people are not meant to be held onto.'

3w ago

Three Songs: Kazi Nazrul Islam

The mind craves to fly far away. / In the guise of a beggar, eyes wet with tears

3w ago

The moon is a cheeseball and we are effervescent

The moon is a cheeseball,  Cratered, yellow, and huge like your eyeballs 

1m ago

déjà vu

Moving mindlessly and / Etching every alley along the way / With verses devoted to you

1m ago

Do you hear me, Ma?

For all that melts in this month of fallen petals rising, you’re a paperclip, hanging on the edge of my bookshelf, bent into a heart.

1m ago