"That’s why I have jars of jealousy, anger, sadness, monotony, but this – it’s important."
I will not even begin with the skies
Glamorous lightweight raindrops from the October sky keep
A star fell on the ground in the windy night
As if playing a game of chess / Still the world waits for the next dawn
Hark! / Busy work of Hands
but i can't. i cannot be bothered to find / meaning behind the faults in my father's eyes
Maa, you are an endless exhibition / of sweet-sour happiness
I heard they are changing the dictionary.
Spirit breaks at home along with love mingled with innocence.
Dissipated, my thoughts wander finally taking refuge in sleep.
I am a god when I am asleep, I am found to be inside the shimmer of water as it fights against the brilliance of the screams that emanate from the sky
Martyrs and-slash-or heroes they call us Is it worth all the fuss? While they celebrate We ache to recuperate
The sun goes down every day when it’s meant to be
Kazi Nazrul Islam’s work remains just as relevant and beautiful 123 years after his birth.
It's time to take care of ourselves, both mind and soul, To live a life that is complete and whole.
The curtain rises, silence engulfs the theatre,
You stand where you always have
The blue model of clay vices that sits in a house of glass