Poetry

POETRY / Silent friday

Somehow, the taste of tear gas

POETRY / Jabar bela fele jeo ekti khopar phul

Leave a flower from your bun when you depart, my love.

POETRY / Swapane eshechilo mridubhashini

Translated by Mohammad Shafiqul Islam

POETRY / Survival tactics for “peaceful” protests

Stay in a group, never in alleyways

POETRY / Look out the windows

In the blanks of muddy moonlight

POETRY / Magic boys and girls of Bangladesh

Magic boys and girls of Bangladesh, I love you.

POETRY / All hail July

The July wind brought in the scent of new beginnings

POETRY / Anger and other blessings

A walkway through the crystal-clear lies

BOOK REVIEW: POETRY / Selected poems of Shamim Reza: An overview

Review of 'Shamim Reza: Selected Poems' (ULAB Press, 2023)

August 17, 2024
August 17, 2024

The children of the red storm

You've ignited a tempest, / a crimson anger, / A defiance burning brighter than the summer's sun

August 10, 2024
August 10, 2024

There was complete silence around the time of your birth

the way there was complete silence when you lied for the first time. You opened your eyes

August 6, 2024
August 6, 2024

Dawn of new(?) air

But talks of harmony flood your nose. / Harmony, harmony, harmony—you want it so bad, / and so you put words in our mouths

August 3, 2024
August 3, 2024

Bulbul pakhi

“Attention passengers. The next train arriving is a B train traveling westbound towards Boston College.  Please stand clear of the closing doors."

August 3, 2024
August 3, 2024

A man walks into a bar

a man walks into a bar but he looks like a little boy

July 27, 2024
July 27, 2024

The song of freedom

the bullet hole/ in my brother's chest/ unfolds like a pandora's box

July 27, 2024
July 27, 2024

Ghostly tenants

My father speaks in a dismantled language that goes up in  smoke. 

July 18, 2024
July 18, 2024
July 17, 2024
July 17, 2024

Rebel is a letter in red

Where voices unite, a chorus strong, / Demanding justice, righting wrong

July 13, 2024
July 13, 2024

The three day wake

‘You must bury / yourself / Every three days’ / She said, / ‘Corpses are of / No use

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