Monsoon osmosis
I inhale the luxurious scent / of squelched earth / smoking under the sodden leaves
5m ago
Pandemic Nocturne 1: December Dirge
Ask me not of Grief. For I have been burnt by its friendly fire with blood and bits of oozing mortal flesh spun flaky and ashen by its biting cold breath.
1y ago
CONTINENTAL DRIFTER: SOLO TRAVELLER
Today, sitting on my balcony in Dhaka, with my face to the south looking down at the green neighbourhood park, I look back on my
5y ago
MISTY SWEETNESS
The little girl in the yellow summer frock looks up at the floating fluffy clouds. Wide-eyed, head tilted back, smiling at the gliding, feathery edges of the dense mass.
6y ago
A grain of salt
Unbearable sticky sweaty subtropical hotness of August. Disgruntled and disgusted at the shocking turn of events following the popular “Quota” and “Safe Roads” movements.
6y ago
A lament for lost space
Last week, The Daily Star's investigative reportage exposed the work of criminal gangs and henchmen stealing rich top soil from precious arable land to sell to powerful, profiteering brickfield owners.
6y ago
September 28, 2024
Birth of a poem
Hark! / Busy work of Hands
July 6, 2024
Monsoon osmosis
I inhale the luxurious scent / of squelched earth / smoking under the sodden leaves
September 2, 2023
Pandemic Nocturne 1: December Dirge
Ask me not of Grief. For I have been burnt by its friendly fire with blood and bits of oozing mortal flesh spun flaky and ashen by its biting cold breath.
June 24, 2023
Memory
Memory is a winding range Of coniferous mountain pine Catching the fiery light
June 28, 2019
CONTINENTAL DRIFTER: SOLO TRAVELLER
Today, sitting on my balcony in Dhaka, with my face to the south looking down at the green neighbourhood park, I look back on my
October 19, 2018
MISTY SWEETNESS
The little girl in the yellow summer frock looks up at the floating fluffy clouds. Wide-eyed, head tilted back, smiling at the gliding, feathery edges of the dense mass.
September 7, 2018
A grain of salt
Unbearable sticky sweaty subtropical hotness of August. Disgruntled and disgusted at the shocking turn of events following the popular “Quota” and “Safe Roads” movements.
July 3, 2018
A lament for lost space
Last week, The Daily Star's investigative reportage exposed the work of criminal gangs and henchmen stealing rich top soil from precious arable land to sell to powerful, profiteering brickfield owners.
March 25, 2018
Shadowtime: Notes on living in two temporal scales simultaneously
Memories of my father are keeping me awake tonight. Two hours to Fajr Azan on the Friday before Independence Day.
February 16, 2018
A Requiem for February
Pahela Falgun, the first day of spring, did not work its magic of rebirth upon my soul. I felt no quickening, burgeoning re-awakening of the creative spirit in myself, nor did I find it in the natural world around me.
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