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
Bulbul pakhi
“Attention passengers. The next train arriving is a B train traveling westbound towards Boston College. Please stand clear of the closing doors."
A man walks into a bar
a man walks into a bar but he looks like a little boy
The song of freedom
the bullet hole/ in my brother's chest/ unfolds like a pandora's box
Ghostly tenants
My father speaks in a dismantled language that goes up in smoke.
Prayers of a mother for the sons and daughters on the street
justice—where is justice?
Rebel is a letter in red
Where voices unite, a chorus strong, / Demanding justice, righting wrong
The three day wake
‘You must bury / yourself / Every three days’ / She said, / ‘Corpses are of / No use
Lone house around the bend
Your grief rots the decades old paint and the lakhri no one bothered to replace. Even across the road, it reeks of death.
Monsoon osmosis
I inhale the luxurious scent / of squelched earth / smoking under the sodden leaves
Colours
Echoes of your voice ring in my ears / As the world turns scarlet in front of my eyes