Poetry

A reflection Humans are spirits brought to flesh and blood, spirits that were there before coming to the Earth as lights of the universe when hearts stop beating in the human. Life gives trials in countless ways. Life as a single presence is also the breath I take during my time. It…

My Thought-wheel Hey Thoughts, Please stop running wild all the time be still for a second instead of running across meadows and hills like wild mustangs. I can’t rein you in and keep you still. Dear thoughts, rest awhile on one shore and not skip over the seas, I need to be…

Poetry

Ah, love, love… when we are in love these days, in the age of the Internet and other latest technology we send whispers in the air, knock on the person’s social media page send a friend request on Facebook or check in on Twitter, Instagram, TikTok, Gmail and whatnot, when there is mutual…

Poetry

Somewhere in my body, perhaps the heart or the mind

Poetry

Reflection. Growing up in Bangladesh, I learned to pay attention to my nose. The society around me held the nose as a prime feature of the face for men and women. I come from Sylhet, which is a northeastern part of Bangladesh. I grew up in a hilly village called…