Dearest, i’m sorry forbottling up my emotions wheni was supposed to set them free i thought that if i remainedmute i wouldn’t feel theirpresence, butin the end i isolated myself fromthe rest of the worldbut more so from the rest of me i stopped writingand thusi forgottolovemyself

Published Poem

I recently submitted a poem to Robi, an online literary journal, by Bangladeshi Identity Project. As it says on its introduction page, this journal in intended for the Bengali diaspora by the Bengali diaspora. It’s for us Bengalis that belong there, in our native country, but call this place our home too. Despite speaking our…

February- Snail Mail!

Ooooh, I cant wait to get started! 🙂 🙂  This month’s challenge looks awesome.

Blackout Poetry

I am about to introduce Blackout poetry to my class for student teaching. Personally, I have been meaning to do this for a while. So when I decided I wanted to teach a lesson on poetry, this was one of the first things that came to mind as I was coming up with activities. This…

A daydreamer is a writer just waiting for pen and paper. -Richelle E. Goodrich

“Song Unsung” by Rabindranath Tagore

Right now, I am struggling a bit to place my thoughts onto paper. I just came across one of Rabindranath Tagore’s poems that describes exactly how I am feeling. I couldn’t have described it any other way. ________________________________________________________ The song that I came to sing remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days…

“Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.” – William Wordsworth

The Reason for Writing

From things that have happened and from things as they exist and from all things that you know and from all things that you cannot know, you make something through your invention that is not a representation but a whole new thing truer than anything true and alive, and you make it alive, and if…