Poetry
POETRY / The creek drank the sorrows you sang to
Rose-tinted glasses are just red, and I have painted myself with the color now that the hollow of your eyes isn’t there, now that
POETRY / Hazardous miasma
The night smoke carries out the riots of innocents,
POETRY / Silent friday
Somehow, the taste of tear gas
POETRY / Jabar bela fele jeo ekti khopar phul
Leave a flower from your bun when you depart, my love.
POETRY / Swapane eshechilo mridubhashini
Translated by Mohammad Shafiqul Islam
POETRY / Survival tactics for “peaceful” protests
Stay in a group, never in alleyways
POETRY / Look out the windows
In the blanks of muddy moonlight
POETRY / Magic boys and girls of Bangladesh
Magic boys and girls of Bangladesh, I love you.
POETRY / All hail July
The July wind brought in the scent of new beginnings
The golden hat
It was not a question one would ask as he did/ With his round glasses at the end of his nose
burnt honey
i quite like the smell of cloves, even more when they're burning/ turning charcoal in front of my eyes
Raw Magnolias
This is a garden, these are my petals; this is my armoring plant
Shut your eyes to dance away the rainy nights
Shut shut let me shut my eyes, for even though / the dawn confiscating the dusk’s shades of greys arrives, / there is no place for me
The searing beast
Sweat beads upon my brow, my shirt begins to cling/ The vile monster's tendrils reach out, adhesive
I've seen love
I've seen love/ Rolling down from a mother's eyes/ As she picks her lean child, bathed in innocent blood
No longer eighteen
like a caterpillar cocooned into its shell undergoing metamorphosis—growing up sneaks up to you whether you want it or not
Modern graveyard
We have built a civilisation / of sky-high buildings, / of concrete cities, / of disconnected communities
A means to an end
go further than/ what the hills have seen/ through their ice pick scars
House of Cards
Welcome, weary traveler! To my humble abode. Come, come. I'll show you
