Poetry
Serendipity
Wake me up every morning as dawn becomes a new day.
WB Yeats’s ‘Easter, 1916’ and Bangladesh’s July 1-36, 2024
What motivated our youth to defy death in order to free Bangladesh from the yoke of a brutal regime?
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 / Sinking in ink
Don’t you see— I can only write dark.
POETRY / Devi
The first pulse, in the midst of a whipping maelstrom,
POETRY / The wheel of change
Eternity collapses at the wheel of change. / Past is lost
POETRY / Fall
August, marked with dying things. Summer’s end, / My freedom spent
palestine is my grieving mother
rise, rise—now evening dies: sun-born in valleys with burning olive trees—where women like me plod one day at a time,
Love is a law
For once, can love look like a Sunday morning; filled with warmth, calmness and motionless?
Unbeknownst to both of us, you might have my heart in the palm of your hands
Sweet cold air finds its way to my lungs,
Macabre Bleats
wounded limbs heal faster, / than a wounded conscience
A Dream Of Gaza
What happens when your desire Lies in being alive?
Lunatic Crow
Lacerating the unfortified,/ Picking at the flesh for bad blood to find
Of hills, lakes, and loss
Bury your feet where its green And when the air is thin you will see
No door
His five sons/ Were killed and the books...
Inside
She’s as real as my meandering/ As tangible as tinkering.
Homesick
Once a homebody, nestled in its embrace. Now lost, a wanderer in a boundless space.