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
Oak cognacs
From moon beamed mountains To plains deltaic; In Diasporas–detached
Stories that move you
In keeping with the spirit of Partition of 1947, we have compiled a list of stories that deal with movements and migrations,
Diphylleia grayi
The burst of fragrant marigolds on the blanched porch of our old Calcutta home, free like sand, unbridled like the wind
Crooked lines
To sit on thy laurels seems apposite, Yet to dig graves for perceptive pleasure resemble a breach Of lines bridging the things learned, unlearned.
Jauhar
We walk past the singing bells and our chambers, Blind to the perils beyond our walls.
I AM FROM…
I am from the 19 houses in 15 districts, none of which could become "my home, sweet home"
Of nineteen thirty-four
The motor car is always a thing of darkness, In the sun and lighted roads of day And in the luminous gas at night though
Windless hair
I frolic and burrow myself inside the vastness of the fields And the prairies that stand tall Of spaces heavily concentrated, and then stretched out to infinity
Ode to an ariel dancer
Clouds in heaven bow and billow around your feet, and you- glide through, oblivious to their ethereal presence.
Women’s revolution
The theocracy is crumbling in its seat