what is it about people that makes the letters coming out of my mouth trip and tumble. is it their masculinity, femininity, androgyny. is it the way they carry themselves or the way they hold your gaze, as if the longer they stare, the more they peer into your soul. time seems to stand still…

Winter in Bangladesh

The best part of a foggy, wintry morning in the rural parts around here is enjoying the sweet, sweet, raw molasses, freshly collected from the sap of date trees, free of dust, noise, pollution, and corruption.     A big thank you to baba (my father) who helped me understand the process of how the…

The Voices of Despair

This is a recount of my father during the Liberation War. It was about the time he became separated from his family when Pakistani soldiers stormed his village and they were forced to leave everything and flee for their lives.

Battles

keep your head above the water because if you don’t you’ll have no choice but to go under  

“I like to see people reunited, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can’t tell fast enough, the ears that aren’t big enough, the eyes that can’t take in all of the change, I like the hugging,…

Life In An Hourglass

The hourglass sits there idly, Waiting. I turn it, Over side up And it starts, S L O W L Y Working its way through. The sand dunes cave in Second by second, Minute by minute; Forming itself yet again, Drop by drop By Drop.

Taking Flight

I am closed away Somewhere in my mind, Somewhere past my own conscience, Like a lost toy boxed away After it has lost its battle, Eager to be found again. The paper plane in my hand Hangs still, As if frozen in time. We don’t belong yet. I make my way across the empty halls,…

Losing The Helm

I feel lost… As I wander through the dark chasms With a matchstick. This emptiness in my chest… From where does it come and why? This feeling grows stronger and stronger As the emptiness grows wider and wider. My emptiness grows in me. I know my purpose but I can’t reach it. Or rather, I…