poem
POETRY / October: An unfinished poem
Glamorous lightweight raindrops from the October sky keep
POETRY / Silence
A star fell on the ground in the windy night
POETRY / Republic of the dead
As if playing a game of chess / Still the world waits for the next dawn
POETRY / Birth of a poem
Hark! / Busy work of Hands
POETRY / Carpe diem
but i can't. i cannot be bothered to find / meaning behind the faults in my father's eyes
POETRY / My heart's longevity comes from my maa's magnifying kindness
Maa, you are an endless exhibition / of sweet-sour happiness
I heard they are changing the dictionary
I heard they are changing the dictionary.
When the streetlights flicker, think of revolution
When the streetlights flicker, think of every doe-eyed child that the city swallows
POETRY / Anger and other blessings
A walkway through the crystal-clear lies
Homesick
Once a homebody, nestled in its embrace. Now lost, a wanderer in a boundless space.
Olives
Seven feet of mud swept water, /Bodies under rubble.
Cleaner of dawn
She doesn’t need an alarm For the last hour of the night.
Hidden battle
Her Kohl-rimmed eyes, dangling earrings,/ The chiffon scarf, the satin silk shirt
Losing An Arm
It said, my body was no longer needed. / “This is the age of freedom. Let me go, and explore.”
We’re still alive
We’re still alive/ but they wanted to die a natural death
Diasporic delusions
Self-confidence shaken, some shattered memories in their side bags
My scarlet incarnation
Being a woman comes to me naturally If not me, then who? I was never asked to be one I was never asked to cook
The Black Cat
This is a translation by Md. Abu Zafor of Bimal Guha’s “Kalo Biral” from the collection ‘E Kon Matal Nritya' (first published in 2022).
Sindbad
Time to set sail for a new cruise, oh dear voyager Sindbad!