Poetry

Poetry / Cog against the machine

you spend what you make to make what you spend, and you do it today to do it all over again

for my weeping mother

her heart was a two seater unfit for a family so big i grew to be a woman mirrored in her shadow when she was younger

Shamim Reza creates new frontiers with his new poetry collection

Over the last 30 years, he has received multiple national and international literary awards for his work. He is, currently, the vice-president of PEN International, Bangladesh chapter. 

CREATIVE NONFICTION / On rainy days and reading

The fact of the matter was this: the poem had been written, the call had been answered, and as lofty as it sounds—at that moment there I was, as Frank O'Hara put aptly—"the center of all beauty! / writing these poems!/ Imagine!".

POETRY / Dark, blue night

Like wild leopard's skin, I spread out my hair The dark night uncurls with his roaring fleet; I pounce on his chest, bare foot, like Kali–

POETRY / Memory

Memory is a winding range Of coniferous mountain pine Catching the fiery light

Fable Factory / Concrete sorrow

We grasp on and we hold tight.

Baba

try my best to paint the place blue Pouring all the sorrow after you With no colour left in my palette, As though the canvas breathes its last

POETRY / Heathen 

Spirit breaks at home along with love mingled with innocence.

July 8, 2023
July 8, 2023

for my weeping mother

her heart was a two seater unfit for a family so big i grew to be a woman mirrored in her shadow when she was younger

July 8, 2023
July 8, 2023

Cog against the machine

you spend what you make to make what you spend, and you do it today to do it all over again

July 6, 2023
July 6, 2023

Shamim Reza creates new frontiers with his new poetry collection

Over the last 30 years, he has received multiple national and international literary awards for his work. He is, currently, the vice-president of PEN International, Bangladesh chapter. 

June 24, 2023
June 24, 2023

Dark, blue night

Like wild leopard's skin, I spread out my hair The dark night uncurls with his roaring fleet; I pounce on his chest, bare foot, like Kali–

June 24, 2023
June 24, 2023

On rainy days and reading

The fact of the matter was this: the poem had been written, the call had been answered, and as lofty as it sounds—at that moment there I was, as Frank O'Hara put aptly—"the center of all beauty! / writing these poems!/ Imagine!".

June 24, 2023
June 24, 2023

Memory

Memory is a winding range Of coniferous mountain pine Catching the fiery light

June 22, 2023
June 22, 2023

Concrete sorrow

We grasp on and we hold tight.

June 18, 2023
June 18, 2023

Baba

try my best to paint the place blue Pouring all the sorrow after you With no colour left in my palette, As though the canvas breathes its last

June 17, 2023
June 17, 2023

Heathen 

Spirit breaks at home along with love mingled with innocence.

June 8, 2023
June 8, 2023

Droplets of eternity

Dissipated, my thoughts wander finally taking refuge in sleep.