নাগরিক প্রাণ আমি প্রকৃতির উদারতায় তাই বদহজম নাগরিক ঘ্রাণ আমি নাগরিক জনে-জালে আটকে জীবন; আমি নগরীর অভিশপ্ত পণ নিঃশ্বাসে যে ঢালে অন্তর্বিষ অনর্গল, অনুশোচনা কেবল – দীর্ঘজীবী হতে থাকে নাগরিক রাবণ।। কী জানি ফাঁকা, এক্কেবারে ফাঁকা লাগছে এগোচ্ছে না কিছুই, না মন না শরীর- নাহ্ কিচ্ছু না বুকটা ঢিবঢিব দিনটা নিবনিব জোঁকের মত সিঁটিয়ে যাচ্ছে …
Few words and a starting line You’re not a poet Using commas, abusing aroma You’re not a poet Trying to rhyme with words that don’t align You’re not a poet Forget rhymes, putting emphasis on life You’re not a poet Using abstract rigid words as an idiom You’re not a poet Philosophical pondering, meaning lost …
I made love at war sites.At Hiroshima, at Nanjing, at DhakaI ran through blood and the fresh paints.I sang through the cracks of the new buildings,Caressed the strong, high monuments as they were raised. One woman smirked,“You can’t do it like that,You have to sit on it,and please!” One man stared,“You go girl,Undo yourself,Let not …
RED COMETThe Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia PlathBy Heather Clark What becomes a legend most? As suggested by the old black-and-white Blackglama fur ads, featuring Lena Horne, Diana Vreeland and Cher, among others, legends are people who have soared beyond fame or celebrity into a more rarefied, inaccessible stratosphere. Today’s media-fixated, Kardashian-dominated world …
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They found Jimmy Hoffa,Halfway around the world, in Bangladesh;White saviour dispatched to stop aProud civilisation from becoming a mess.Magically reappeared, off to his address –He was put in a CNG, or on a bus,Maybe on a truck loaded with fish?At least he was not sleeping with them!Not enough formalin in all of BangladeshTo bring a …
A heavy lower jawand a burning heart has convincedyou you’re a dragonFree to lift up my roofa hundred feet and light it intoa bright red cloudFrom which soot,black as intent,falls with a little bit of abandon and a littlebit of indecision.The floor is revolting likethe sky—they have each otherwhy need I be sorry?When you moved …
ভুলে, আমার মাথা খুজে পাইবিছানায়, ধুয়ে-মুছে ওর জানালার-কিনারায়এতো সব চোদার পরেও, দেখ!আকাশ ঝুলে আছে, আলপিনের তলায়চোখ বন্ধে, ওর নাক আরো লম্বাপুরা সময়, ওকে ধরে আছি,ভিড়ে, মোচড়ানো, ভাজে,মোড়ণে, মাথা নত, আলহামদুলিল্লাহএমন কারো জন্য যে আমার দমবন্ধ করে রাখে। আমি ওর জীবনের উপরএতো হালকা হয়ে পরবো বোধগম্যই হবে নাআমি তার।কোন দাগ ছাড়বো নাওর বালিশে, কাগজেডিভিডি, ছুরি, ওয়াইনের …
I am the night, coaxing in quiet yet murmuring lakesand slippery, rain-coated cobbled streets – freshly writtenlike a round faced moon. With the andromeda of old buildings and the arc of music jingles, on the ears, walking home from classes conducted at evening. I am the solitary. Looping on music, watching videos, streaming into digital …
A couple of years ago, when Coldplay’s Chris Martin was going through a divorce from the actress Gwyneth Paltrow and feeling down, a friend gave him a book to lift his spirits. It was a collection of poetry by Jalaluddin Rumi, the thirteenth-century Persian poet, translated by Coleman Barks. “It kind of changed my life,” …
Empty. Blank. Hollow. Void…Break. Gap. Clear. Open. Free. Space is grey. Ashes. Concrete. Metals. Fumes. VILESpace is fluid. Eyes. Water. Air. PURE “I need a break.”SpaceIt’s over.“I need a break.”SpaceTo start afresh. “I have nothing to say.”SpaceDistance.“I have nothing to say.”SpaceComfort. “I need a gap.”Space Disruption of flow.“I need a gap.”SpaceInterval leading to momentum. “I lack purpose.”SpaceDisarray.“I lack purpose.”SpaceA …
