poetry, Star Literature

POETRY / Even in hell, chanachur

And I realised: / even in the line to hell, / waiting for punishment, / we'd still reach for chanachur. / We'd still find comfort / in the crunch of survival

POETRY / The poetry of rain

It would rain in the rains / And the rest of this poem would be written by someone else

POETRY / Writing a memoir

There’s a purgatorial break between these stretches …flaxen against the lights

KHERO KHATA / The people within me

I am not a single name. Not a single wound.

KHERO KHATA / Fragments

Grey chips of rough cement  Rust rubble all around,

KHERO KHATA / Mosaicked wounds

This was the way it ended: not with fire, But carried quietly under sleep-beds,

POETRY / What do you want to be when you grow up?

I cannot tell you that I want to be intoxicated, inebriated, and stashed away for the rest of eternity while holding your hand at the mediocre fair in the middle of the crowd of ill-mannered school-children who grew up too soon

POETRY / The companion

It said, 'You've brought a return ticket with you friend / Remember, people are not meant to be held onto.'

Poetry / Three Songs: Kazi Nazrul Islam

The mind craves to fly far away. / In the guise of a beggar, eyes wet with tears

July 5, 2025
July 5, 2025

Even in hell, chanachur

And I realised: / even in the line to hell, / waiting for punishment, / we'd still reach for chanachur. / We'd still find comfort / in the crunch of survival

June 28, 2025
June 28, 2025

The poetry of rain

It would rain in the rains / And the rest of this poem would be written by someone else

June 21, 2025
June 21, 2025

Writing a memoir

There’s a purgatorial break between these stretches …flaxen against the lights

June 14, 2025
June 14, 2025

The people within me

I am not a single name. Not a single wound.

June 14, 2025
June 14, 2025

Fragments

Grey chips of rough cement  Rust rubble all around,

June 14, 2025
June 14, 2025

Mosaicked wounds

This was the way it ended: not with fire, But carried quietly under sleep-beds,

May 31, 2025
May 31, 2025

What do you want to be when you grow up?

I cannot tell you that I want to be intoxicated, inebriated, and stashed away for the rest of eternity while holding your hand at the mediocre fair in the middle of the crowd of ill-mannered school-children who grew up too soon

May 24, 2025
May 24, 2025

The companion

It said, 'You've brought a return ticket with you friend / Remember, people are not meant to be held onto.'

May 24, 2025
May 24, 2025

Three Songs: Kazi Nazrul Islam

The mind craves to fly far away. / In the guise of a beggar, eyes wet with tears

May 17, 2025
May 17, 2025

The moon is a cheeseball and we are effervescent

The moon is a cheeseball,  Cratered, yellow, and huge like your eyeballs