Why should I abuse and blame this November for my woes? November has its own intricate autumn song— not a sizzling sparkling thungri, but a slow riverine quiet natural flow that delves into the sun-leached […]
Funeral yesterday. She has come back today enthroned on silence.
My verse is such a pest, it keeps stuttering when Muse, too, is no use.
The wail of the ambulance siren raking down the street——– companion large-hearted November evening, companion harsh loyal teeming street, companion anxious autumn smog, companion wayside neelkantha trees, companion grimy sanctuary leaves breathless, still— –all grieving […]
There has always been a murmur Of approval around the bath-tub The rise and fall of white foam — Splashes and sparks of consent. To dispel the mist He waited for half an hour […]
It could have been a home where people had entered then, The thoughts were all kept for the future The past(s) already enveloped in darkness. The geographical races and the historical refugees All dreaming of […]
She coughed and slept as I waited for a while and then a cold quietness that lingered. She was always there and waited for me. As I sat to study, as I dealt with the […]
Broken panes, rusted panes Haphazard gap and the green that shows The four petalled flowers White That peeps through. Empty plastic bottles Some flattened, some tight Shades of brown gathered Cardboard box that holds […]
Mirahue Violet eyes; oaken locks, Discolored heels flow across the rocks. Dress? a reddened, oceanic hue: The body of Lady Mirahue. A moonless midnight’s spark Left a star-struck twilight’s mark With love of her heart’s […]
Publisher : Sabiha Huq, Professor of English, Khulna University, Bangladesh
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