Now That Time Has a Price Tag

In the old days when people weren’t quite people yet and there was al little bit of time left, vines and clouds talked to each other like old pals. And they danced to the the rhythm of the air that went back and forth from heaven to earth. That was a simpler age and they…

Normandy, Can You Read Me?

When I was young, I wanted to make a list of all the wars fought on earth. I don’t exactly know why. The idea isn’t clear anymore, maybe it was clear at that time, but one loses things. It started when I was in class Eight. I’d just come out of a life-threatening accident. And…

The Old Gods, The Hyena, and The Fallen Hero

Sometimes I feel down all of a sudden. My fingers carry the weight of life, and I can’t lift them. It’s like a cloud with the wrath of old gods is holding me down.It’s like a hyena with the hunger of a predator is holding me down.It’s like a mountain with the vengeance of a…

The Weight of Life

Dear Tony,I tried to count on your skin everything left by all that lights and shadows. All that skies and oceans, deserts and forests, all that tales and talks of wonder and woe… Before knowing that you have decided to end the road, I knew why I liked you, but I couldn’t put my fingers…

A Momentary Lapse in Time

Things in life sometimes unfold because there was a momentary lapse in time. The creation of it all too maybe was just a momentary lapse. There was no trial run for time, it just all came to being and spiraled out of all sorted plans because of a lapse. The cosmic consciousness wanted to try…

The Necessary Ghosts

I want to have a pet wild goose. I understand it’s a contradictory idea, what is a pet cannot be wild, and what is wild can never be a pet. But as I am going along with this life, I am becoming more prone to ideas like that. Ideas that in and of itself hold…

71 miles

When I used to start from Mymensingh, the Dhaka-Mymensingh Highway developed into things I never wanted to be part of, now when I start from Dhaka, it develops into things I knew and now not so sure about. There’s no actual “home” for me in Mymensingh anymore, no four walls to keep my stuff, hold…

I Am.

The dream is that when I’ll get older I will have these wonderful perspectives. That I’ll be able to sort it out. No I am not expecting that I’ll be devoid of confusion, what’s the fun in that, it sounds awfully dull, don’t you think? Certainty scares me, the astonishingly assured kind of certainty that…

In the Loving Memory of Rain

I hope I remember every rain I ever came across. When I am in my old age, I hope I can lie down and count every rain of my life like one counts sheep before going to sleep. In the crackles of my grey hair, I hope I can bring back the grey clouds that…

Joy

Streets, where nothing wonderful ever happened, are blank spaces waiting to be filled. And I think endurance comes with imagination. Imagining that life can be better than this can save us from becoming just another brick in the wall. Indulging not in comfort, but choosing to strive to bear the hardship and scrutiny that comes…