Poetry

POETRY / Of longings, of belongings

Women and the earth have to tolerate a lot.  –Kaajal (1965)

POETRY / My heart is a gilded oligarch

My heart is an oligarch: A staunch, pot-bellied, knuckle-cracking middle-aged man lounging carelessly, lazily  in his sitting room with his limbs spread out on a settee

POETRY / Unfaithful month

I spent the last night with your lover 

POETRY / Jogphal

Healthy water-bodies are sunk by envy-blind waste’s outburst  

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

November 25, 2023
November 25, 2023

We’re still alive

We’re still alive/ but they wanted to die a natural death

November 25, 2023
November 25, 2023

Diasporic delusions

Self-confidence shaken, some shattered memories in their side bags

November 18, 2023
November 18, 2023

My scarlet incarnation

Being a woman comes to me naturally If not me, then who? I was never asked to be one I was never asked to cook

November 12, 2023
November 12, 2023

The Black Cat

This is a translation by Md. Abu Zafor of Bimal Guha’s “Kalo Biral” from the collection ‘E Kon Matal Nritya' (first published in 2022).

November 11, 2023
November 11, 2023

Sindbad

Time to set sail for a new cruise, oh dear voyager Sindbad!

November 4, 2023
November 4, 2023

My Son’s Shoes

Time, heavy as a thousand suns combined,/ Bends mothers, smaller than the ones they bore,

November 1, 2023
November 1, 2023

Bombardment

What’s life if a sense of darkness/ doesn’t connect night to sunlight

October 30, 2023
October 30, 2023

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

October 27, 2023
October 27, 2023

Bring humanity home alive

This universe’s heart is hollow now for humanity has died inside it.

October 21, 2023
October 21, 2023

Small-town Blues

Spacious, shiny, new roads are built in my city to rent them for raw-markets