Murshida Ahmed On the easel inside a square frame there’s an incomplete painting A tree is going to submerge from the broken river bank I love, so from my love I am moving away from it Now I’ve spread my… Continue reading

She sat on a bed covered with faded linen with huge blues roses printed on it. Uncertain of himself, he sat on a chair. The walls had the look of used white ceramic plates. A popular film tune played almost… Continue reading

A powerful cold wind, of freezing nature Blew inland from the ocean and rocked Frankfurt city The sky is plastered with thick pieces of dark cloud As if somebody kept the slices like butter dexterously On the fields of the… Continue reading

When I got down from train at Parbatipur1 Junction it was midnight Noiseless silence engulfed me from all sides As if I’m standing at the centre of a giant marshland Have I got down in this platform alone? I looked… Continue reading

Woman 1 was suddenly enthralled, It was love at first sight; That day her entire person was clear as the sky, The spheres of her rounded eyes radiated like glass In the broad portion of her forehead. (thanked my good… Continue reading

Astonishment   Three fairies were flying past through the dense clouds The dresses, adorned their bodies, like flowers Are flowing in the breeze. Meghnad, behind the clouds, without hurl darts, stone-gazed on at the fairies, Unmoved, and from the weapons,… Continue reading

Oh Sum Total, Oh Whole Where are you, oh the sum total, Oh the Whole, as I shout with a moistened voice, a darkness responds with an invincible distant darkness. You are far from the sum of parts, I know,… Continue reading

Light and Darkness When the darkness of night descends And the hours go deeper then you remain far away I can not see you then But the distance started to wane in the horizon   Darkness removes differences among one… Continue reading

A Poem of Kashbon   The sky is the Kashbon, beside the river Children of Heaven play in the Kashbon I looked at the garden of white cloud sitting beside the quay   Before feeling which was the sky and… Continue reading

Travelogue  The key could not be found, they quickly broke down lock of your door You didn’t tell anything. They freed you in wooden box, the Earth closed down its backside door You didn’t tell anything. Keeping aside the paddy-seeds,… Continue reading

The Fiction Of Dry Leaves Some one tied anklets on the ankles of the wind With seductive rings, but that too, of dry leaves. Some one gets distressed from within As dry leaves keep piling up. The tunes of long… Continue reading

Kingfisher, Krishnachura and Manjumala   I’ll love you, so I caught a kingfisher and kept in a cage, I planted a krishnachura in a tub to fill your lips with kisses I desired copulation, either in wings or in branches… Continue reading