To the Poet

Hey, look at the waxing gibbous moonhow the enchanting light shineswishing for it's hug, clouds are rushingeven in this dry month August. Hey, what's up? Are you summonedby the lord of nights ?calmly on the way to porticowhen you come out, you can see the skybirds awake at night, grass whisperingconversations of the leavesyou are … Continue reading To the Poet →

Delirium in kans grassland

The vapor in monsoon air gone downkans grasses has become dense greenburning in the sun waiting for you.Ink has left the team of cloudssome openbill storks scratching the blue canvas aboveThe kadama flowers drying outtired waiting to see you in wet peacock blue sari.Come at least with fluffy cotton clouds,come to play hide and seek … Continue reading Delirium in kans grassland →

Boishakhi Mela

জলে ডোবা ভাত জাগে সারারাত কাঁচা মরিচ আর পেঁয়াজ সড়াত বেলা পড়ে এলো জলদি চল বাঁশের খৃঁটিতে কত পেলি বল? মায়ের আঁচলের দু'পাচ টাকা কপালটা নয় একেবারে ফাঁকা...

Tinman

Do you have any heart? Or, just an android robot, wearing a human suit? Only piece in a million perhaps a dumb alien far from the Hyperion landed on Earth without any vision If not, then sure from caveman's charcoal sketch with a rhombus face. That's how they say and my face turns gray I … Continue reading Tinman →