The Eye of a Tornado

Dear Sylvia, You know it is honestly quite frightening to see how much I relate to The Bell Jar. It really shook me the first time I read it. I didn’t know before that what I was doing was looking at my life through a bell jar, horribly distorted and unbearably true. I must say…

The ​Autumn of the Matriarch

Broken faces fall all over the tar roads.Broken faces on the Autumn sun.I wonder which one of those is my mother’s,and which one of them is mine.

This Too Shall Pass

The last year was not good. But now that I think about all that, I can see “the not good” part was bubbling beneath for a looong time. But only when it exploded on my face that I had no choice but to accept it. No choice but to accept it. Accepting is hard. It’s…

Moon, Mon Amour.

There are too much things to feel, too much things to think in this time that I am living in. Maybe that’s why some choose not to think at all, they perceive that the bulk of things floating around can overwhelm them, so they shut the windows completely, or they get a glimpse and a…

One of These Days

One day it is going to rain so much,Dhaka will be buried,and Buriganga will take over.And I know,she’s going to invite Brahmaputra. Someday the sky will droop so low,that the butterflies with silky wings,are going to find a home in the clouds.The Aloklota will wrap the heaven,and the long grasses will say grace. One of…

The Medicinal Value of Melancholy

This is where the world slows down, and reverses back the eternal hurry that’s been invented in this post post-modernist time, where the sound of cities become whispered secrets. This is where the details of things come to life. Sadness is a downpour, while melancholy, can be anything. In melancholy the possibilities are endless. Sadness…

Tales of Tiny Train Stations

Traveling long distance, when the train goes on incessantly like a good monsoon rain, I feel a beauty growing inside me. A peace falls on the lands it crosses, the moving pictures outside—bioscope. Glimpses of life and lands, of which I only can know so much. This tiny little country holds so many people! You…

Mary Anne, The Snake

Don’t be mad.I’ve moved the illusion, and I thought you would be glad. Don’t be mad.Don’t be mad.There’s a serpent used to live in the heaven,who needed no trap.She came willingly, and showed me the map. I went there. Ask her name,and she’ll talk. Mary Anne,she survived all.Mary Anne, she crawled through the Eden,Mary Anne,…

For Now, I Celebrate the End.

I tend to linger on the ends rather than the beginnings.So I have been thinking about mortality.The process of death, not the physical particulars of it, but the feeling of it.When Alexander Supertramp was dying deep into the woods, surrounded by the thrashing waters that once was frozen, it killed me seeing his eyes carrying…

My Pet Dragonfly and I

My pet dragonfly and I,Was happy roaming by.We did try,To stick to one home and sky,But at nights we heard the river cry,And we had to find out why!