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 …
Thirty minutes to midnight And he approached me, steadily with tired bare feet, Spotlighted by the full moon; He was wearing a white shirt, Top two buttons missing, Unwashed for at least a month or so, Fashionably knee-cut faded jeans, However, the cuts resemble Years of capitalist abuse; His eyes were intriguing, With his iris …
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 …
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The author tackles Kashmir, Hindu nationalism and the dangers of being outspoken in this startling collection of essays Arundhati Roy’s literary career has been one of a kind. Thrust into the limelight of the global publishing industry back in 1997 when her debut novel, The God of Small Things, won an advance of half a …
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শুক্লা পক্ষের পঞ্চমীর চাঁদটিকে কালো মেঘ যখন গ্রাস করেছিল , অজন্তা বিলের ধবল বকটি তখন শেষ শিকারে মত্ত ছিল । সূর্য নাটরঙ্গ ছেড়ে বিদায় নিল পর্দার আড়ালে, বড় ক্লান্ত সে আজ – তৈরি হতে হবে তাকে নতুন পালায় অভিনয় এর জন্য ।তবে তার সান্ত্বনা ছিল ; অন্য দিনের , অন্য ভোরের কাছে …। তাই তার পতনে দম্ভ ছিল , ছিল …
(I) An extended night is so far awayAnd under the woods on a stormy nightWith mouths of headache and lace of kicks around the headHe sees nothing but the dripping starry night all overWhile the dog barks at the top of its lungsSolace is some strokes without an aimWhich would be a dime then penny, …
The bed is clean again; sheets folded, pillows void of imprints. No one sleeps. Now hours are spent standing by the window and no longer by the phone. I’m waiting to disappear—waiting for nothing. This window is my swear jar, I toss a coin in every time I speak a word. Look around and look …
আমি আজ কি লিখবো ? কি ই বা লিখার আছে বলুনতো ? কে ই বা শুনবে কথা ? আমি তো জেরুজালেমের বিরুদ্ধে বলবো ? আধুনিক এসাইলাম-সিকার গোষ্ঠি আবার তা নিতে পারে না । যারা মানবতার দূত, শালা স্বৈরাচার এরশাদও তো দূতই ! কেবল পার্থক্য- তারা তো ২৩০ ডলার ভাতা পায় ! আমিতো বুর্জোয়াবাদের বিরুদ্ধে বলবো। …
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 …
