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Poetry

  • Published at 01:41 am June 9th, 2017
Poetry
silent piece of paper Rifat Islam Esha my love is a silent walk in a colourful night-- gruff and drowsy breaths in between brittle words my love is in revision after heavy rain-- a messy draft mostly splayed ink on my arm my love is just a silent thought folded piece of paper that will be left behind. Of desire burnt into memories Firoz Mahmud Ahsan Shuvo In memory of the rift between Freud and Jung Sweet were those days when you and I used to ride on an ahistorical fireball. The desire rolled and got licked hard; the moment froze, and the hearts were all keyed up. We had to make a detour around the heaviest traffic in that godforsaken city, remember? On our way we did what we did: I burned you to ashes, and your words burned into my memories. On that day hi(s)tory was made for us, and since then I’ve cringed into a burnt child sans desires. light Sarah Tabassum one brick at a time she scraped away cries of desperation and help beneath collapsed walls through upright rods like daggers ready to stab one brick at a time she scraped away demolished bodies the nauseating sight of an ill-fated mess one brick at a time she scraped away a murder a massacre a denial of lives lost and forgotten one brick at a time she scraped away with one remaining hand seeking retribution survival for a glimpse of light. A Dhaka minute Ikhtisad Ahmed A car, a hopeful meanderer, Static in perpetual motion, an equilibrium Unwanted, undesired, but The only inevitable. Inside, the air is conditioned, cool – Outside, an almighty inferno. The temple, once hallowed, now erring, ablaze, The slum, once homes, now ablaze, The bus, a promise of transference, ablaze, The rickshaw, a livelihood, ablaze, The flesh, once human, destitute, desperate, despicable, Once alive, now consumed by the blaze. Inside the car, aglow with Health and vivacity, Wealth and virility; Indubitably preponderant, awash with The only green that matters, An infallible deceit that flatters. Outside, a macabre imponderable, Inside, insulated, pondering the superficial. Digital clock ensconced in leather dashboard Resets from fifty-nine to zero – Irked inhale, a haughty exhale, No motion, the count begins again. Emotion Mohammad Shafiqul Islam Your emotion courses like water in the river Your passion gusts like simoom in the desert Sludge in the streets, erotic yearning in mind You imagine in misery, hunger silences life Memory casts a shadow over your summer And wards you off from love and light of life You see dogs dine with kids as if they’re crows Banana peels and leftovers sell in blood price Butterflies are no more fascinated with flowers Evening stars do not correspond to pastures Mirror images scream and paper boats float You drown – bones, shadows and silence speak Your emotion courses like water in the river Your passion gusts like simoom in the desert