poetry, Star Literature

POETRY / Memory speaks

Sometimes at early dawn / You overpower my eyelids / And won’t let me wake up

KHERO KHATA / Making headlines

We'll put up feigned politicians / And their fake promises instead

POETRY / The Birangona, un-buried

What matters when there's a Motherland to defend? 

POETRY / Pardanasheen

Tell me about this life you live behind the curtain…

POETRY / There is a point to this, I think

Here are a few things I learned in the one month we haven’t spoken

POETRY / Titled 'Loss'

you don't recognise yourself, / everything is lost like a fish in Lethean space. / you have mistaken truth for love again

POETRY / This world is full of paper

at night I look past my window / moon like a bruise hoisted on the shoulder of onlookers / as they draw their curtains

POETRY / Moving forward

I hope you fight with your mother when you have a migraine, / I hope there's a holud ceremony playing item songs right beside your building

POETRY / Sighs, ember and lies.

Pebbles strewn pavement Keep drawing me back

April 7, 2025
April 7, 2025

Memory speaks

Sometimes at early dawn / You overpower my eyelids / And won’t let me wake up

April 5, 2025
April 5, 2025

Making headlines

We'll put up feigned politicians / And their fake promises instead

March 15, 2025
March 15, 2025

Pardanasheen

Tell me about this life you live behind the curtain…

March 15, 2025
March 15, 2025

The Birangona, un-buried

What matters when there's a Motherland to defend? 

March 1, 2025
March 1, 2025

Broken bridges don’t burn

face to face, 20 taka in my pocket and this keyless map do you think love ever ends?

March 1, 2025
March 1, 2025

Sighs, ember and lies.

Pebbles strewn pavement Keep drawing me back

March 1, 2025
March 1, 2025

Moving forward

I hope you fight with your mother when you have a migraine, / I hope there's a holud ceremony playing item songs right beside your building

March 1, 2025
March 1, 2025

This world is full of paper

at night I look past my window / moon like a bruise hoisted on the shoulder of onlookers / as they draw their curtains

March 1, 2025
March 1, 2025

Titled 'Loss'

you don't recognise yourself, / everything is lost like a fish in Lethean space. / you have mistaken truth for love again

March 1, 2025
March 1, 2025

There is a point to this, I think

Here are a few things I learned in the one month we haven’t spoken