Brother, I can no longer remember The smell of nicotine drenched sheets And scented candles Trapped within your bedroom walls. I can no longer remember The curl of your grin And the crawling of my skin When you would look at me. My thoughts, They don’t reek of you anymore. Can’t you see? My mind …
Created in New York by Jewish immigrants, the first comic book superheroes were mythic saviours who could combat the Nazi threat. They speak to the dark politics of our times Back in the benighted 20th century comic books were seen as subliterate trash for kiddies and intellectually challenged adults – badly written, hastily drawn and …
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কোন কোন দিন বেদনা রঙিন স্বপ্নরা বুকে বিব্রত বসবাস। শ্রাবন শ্বাসীত ভাল আজও বাসিতে নিশিতের অন্ধ আকাশ। অনাহূত সুখ অবিরত ভাসুক চোখেরই জ্বলে, ঘর বাধা হত আমারএই ক্ষত, তোমার ছোঁয়ায় প্রশান্ত হলে। অশান্ত মন, বসন্ত শ্রাবন , সময় গিয়েছে ঢের তবু শ্বাশত সত্য কেপে উঠে চিত্ত যদি মনে পড়ে ফের। জানি এখন তুমি কনকচাঁপা রাত্রি …
soothe me. run a feather against my skin. conquer me. cut through my veins and invade my blood. lie to me. for all you’ve known is deceit. beseech me. let me watch you weep on your knees, hands tied, head shook. you speak words like that of books. lies and lies, a big mountain of …
I am, The upside-down carcass of everything You loved and desired, But now you look at me with such disdain. Dead and rotten, Twisted and hung On display-for you to see. I am, The cremated remains of the happiness We’d forgotten, that still floats around in the air. If you breathe in, You might still …
