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
'Promise': Sehri Tales selections, Day 4
The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 4 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: Promise
Be a tree
Be a tree Get wet in sorrow’s shower and you’ll recover. From envy’s scorching sun gather strength
There’s no way you’ll outrun a bear
Smoother violence fills our hearts like charming splinters. The irony is I am the first of my women
'Watermelon': Sehri Tales selections, Day 3
The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 3 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: Watermelon.
'Rescue': Sehri Tales selections, Day 2
The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 2 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: Rescue
‘Ignite’: Sehri Tales selections, Day 1
The top selections in poetry, flash fiction and artwork for Day 1 of the Sehri Tales challenge; prompt: Ignite.
My inner rebel & I
How do I tell her, that things often don't work out the way you expect them to, / And that you are, in fact, alone in this
In another life, I’d still live as her
I've lived as her;/ I've known my mother’s plight.
My Parents’ Window
Years later, when I would no longer live in my parents' room and grow to have my own,/ I would disregard all the hours I had spent by the window staring at beetles hiding.
A journey through you
I took a lonely stroll on the hollows of your cheeks