Wake me up every morning as dawn becomes a new day.
What motivated our youth to defy death in order to free Bangladesh from the yoke of a brutal regime?
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
Don’t you see— I can only write dark.
The first pulse, in the midst of a whipping maelstrom,
Eternity collapses at the wheel of change. / Past is lost
August, marked with dying things. Summer’s end, / My freedom spent
The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 1 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: Ignite.
How do I tell her, that things often don't work out the way you expect them to, / And that you are, in fact, alone in this
I've lived as her;/ I've known my mother’s plight.
Years later, when I would no longer live in my parents' room and grow to have my own,/ I would disregard all the hours I had spent by the window staring at beetles hiding.
I took a lonely stroll on the hollows of your cheeks
We will chase after stringless kites, Down the road
I heard myself speak today It made me want to Cut out my tongue.
For eons piano keys unmoved Lay silently asleep
But I bloom like a flower:/ Soft and strong.
Autumn transcended Winter– / Crispness in the air fell pale.