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
Sindbad
Time to set sail for a new cruise, oh dear voyager Sindbad!
My Son’s Shoes
Time, heavy as a thousand suns combined,/ Bends mothers, smaller than the ones they bore,
Bombardment
What’s life if a sense of darkness/ doesn’t connect night to sunlight
Little bits of love that remain
Your tea in the kettle, piping hot water/ No sugar, so that you can really taste the tea on your tongue
Bring humanity home alive
This universe’s heart is hollow now for humanity has died inside it.
Small-town Blues
Spacious, shiny, new roads are built in my city to rent them for raw-markets
Muted sunrise
The hush of dawn and the whispered breeze,/ that caresses nature's resting face
Thoughts of an immigrant
She stands in front of the canvas and stares.
Jojo-Buri
the moon watches over you, when whales beach themselves, the tides wash them back home; the moon looks down
Falastin
News from Gaza rips the heart open/ Idlib is burning too