poem

POETRY / Anonto prem

I wove necklaces of lyrics/ Which you'd wear beautifully

POETRY / Shedin dujone dulachinu bone

You know how that day the wind brought out/ The crazy thoughts I had in me all the while.

POETRY / Je chilo amar shopnocharini

You called me close in the moments of grace/ Veiling my delicate senses

POETRY / A building, a tree, and a kid

Buckets of water I pour on my head; my vision gets blurry./ "The blurrier, the merrier", my mother said.

POETRY / Saree

The yard in this noontime is buzzing with/ The white aroma of the guava flower

POETRY / Heartache

I’m going through a heartbreak

POETRY / Cyan is my name when I talk about you

I'm tired of living with this nagging thought that we'll cross paths someday, /You and I

POETRY / Seventeen

Seventeen Springs cloaked in December, Have flown by.

POETRY / Relaxed reminiscences

(For Lutfa, Nayeem, and Aarong Herbal Hair Pack)

May 11, 2024
May 11, 2024

Je chilo amar shopnocharini

You called me close in the moments of grace/ Veiling my delicate senses

May 11, 2024
May 11, 2024

Shedin dujone dulachinu bone

You know how that day the wind brought out/ The crazy thoughts I had in me all the while.

May 11, 2024
May 11, 2024

Anonto prem

I wove necklaces of lyrics/ Which you'd wear beautifully

May 10, 2024
May 10, 2024

A building, a tree, and a kid

Buckets of water I pour on my head; my vision gets blurry./ "The blurrier, the merrier", my mother said.

April 27, 2024
April 27, 2024

Saree

The yard in this noontime is buzzing with/ The white aroma of the guava flower

April 27, 2024
April 27, 2024

Heartache

I’m going through a heartbreak

April 20, 2024
April 20, 2024

Cyan is my name when I talk about you

I'm tired of living with this nagging thought that we'll cross paths someday, /You and I

April 20, 2024
April 20, 2024

Seventeen

Seventeen Springs cloaked in December, Have flown by.

April 17, 2024
April 17, 2024

Relaxed reminiscences

(For Lutfa, Nayeem, and Aarong Herbal Hair Pack)

April 6, 2024
April 6, 2024

The hills

They say the hills have eyes Iridescent, all knowing, and deathlike.

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