poems

POETRY / 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

POETRY / Be a tree

Be a tree Get wet in sorrow’s shower and you’ll recover. From envy’s scorching sun gather strength

POETRY / No door

His five sons/ Were killed and the books...

ESSAY / On wars and words

These words are not just some veils adorning the valour and victory of our freedom fighters; they're not just tributes but testaments to the rare occasion of the oppressed overpowering the oppressor.

ESSAY / Music and the space it creates for literature

I cannot, for the life of me, definitively describe what makes music. Growing up in a family where music of any form was not typically paid any reverence, my exposure to it was tunnelled into mainstream pop songs for the longest time.

Escapril: How a poetry writing challenge curates community

The Instagram account for Escapril posts all 30 prompts for the month ahead of time, and the poet is only required to write by taking inspiration from said prompts

Poetry, my useless weapon

As bird flocks take wing at the rattle of Sten guns

A fugitive

It was noontime when I arrived home the sun was shining bright

POETRY / Dhaka (2007-)

I was nine years of age the first time I set eyes on a Dhaka street. I received my first welcome from a group of beggars tapping on my car window.

March 16, 2024
March 16, 2024

Be a tree

Be a tree Get wet in sorrow’s shower and you’ll recover. From envy’s scorching sun gather strength

March 16, 2024
March 16, 2024

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

January 13, 2024
January 13, 2024

No door

His five sons/ Were killed and the books...

December 14, 2023
December 14, 2023

On wars and words

These words are not just some veils adorning the valour and victory of our freedom fighters; they're not just tributes but testaments to the rare occasion of the oppressed overpowering the oppressor.

October 5, 2023
October 5, 2023

Music and the space it creates for literature

I cannot, for the life of me, definitively describe what makes music. Growing up in a family where music of any form was not typically paid any reverence, my exposure to it was tunnelled into mainstream pop songs for the longest time.

April 14, 2023
April 14, 2023

Escapril: How a poetry writing challenge curates community

The Instagram account for Escapril posts all 30 prompts for the month ahead of time, and the poet is only required to write by taking inspiration from said prompts

March 26, 2023
March 26, 2023

A fugitive

It was noontime when I arrived home the sun was shining bright

March 26, 2023
March 26, 2023

Poetry, my useless weapon

As bird flocks take wing at the rattle of Sten guns

February 11, 2023
February 11, 2023

Dhaka (2007-)

I was nine years of age the first time I set eyes on a Dhaka street. I received my first welcome from a group of beggars tapping on my car window.

January 28, 2023
January 28, 2023

Love won’t you love me

Break me into numbers and spirals, and blood and flesh make me all that I don't wish to be.