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
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
A Dead River is All I Want
You know those instances when we start off in the wide, turbulent currents of a river making its way downstream?
In the absence of a light source
Grief is a lonely river, like a fisherman's song with an empty net
Kobi-rani
I am a poet because you love me
Mor ghumo ghore ele monohar
In my deep sleep, you came, my love—
A childhood memory
Dust patterns have gathered around my landline phone, huddling around the maroon. my fingerprints take some dust off of it, and they rejoice.