'On the Other Side of Silence' is a thoughtful volume of poetry, not just because it summarises every existential crisis that visits contemporary life but also because it engages, unlike a postmodern cynic, with the issues that plague the world
It would rain in the rains / And the rest of this poem would be written by someone else
There’s a purgatorial break between these stretches …flaxen against the lights
So go in peace, be free, be kind.
You thought you had escaped, didn't you? / Outran everything that weighed you down
A quiet, seniority in its touch, / A tenderness that feels like it's meant to last
Sometimes at early dawn / You overpower my eyelids / And won’t let me wake up
I love the texture of your hair and I wanted to tell you about it in far too many words than either you or I are comfortable with.
We'll put up feigned politicians / And their fake promises instead
Come, if you may, with swords or guns. Remember, I won’t cry and run; I will rise from the depths of the land.
There's something more to it that trammeled his existence, and he wanted to escape the suffocation.
A face may launch a thousand ships but the very woman with the face has a passive presence in literature.
I was nine years of age the first time I set eyes on a Dhaka street. I received my first welcome from a group of beggars tapping on my car window.
Abdus Selim’s translation and compilation is a time machine for all of us living in the new age, where poems have become much neutered.
The prestigious Kali O Kalam Torun Kabi O Lekhak Puroshkar 2022 was conferred on January 28 at an award ceremony at Bengal Shilpalay in Dhanmondi, Dhaka.
Break me into numbers and spirals, and blood and flesh make me all that I don't wish to be.
Someday, I will write about those places, the cities, monuments, and faces.
Haiku is a poem in three lines that captures the image of a single moment in the reader’s mind.
On a Thursday, I went back home, and I took a walk./ On the sidewalk, I saw a splash of maroon on a grey block.
