Abdus Selim’s poetry compilation of the ‘60s is a time machine

Abdus Selim’s translation and compilation is a time machine for all of us living in the new age, where poems have become much neutered.

SHOUTxDS Books presents 'Slam Poetry Nights' — Session 5

For its 5th session, SHOUTx DS Books’ Slam Poetry Nights performed at the Dhaka Lit Fest 2023.

Matsyanayam - A story of ancient Bengal, and the queen who lived a hundred years

And in the streets of Shonarga, Luna went about on foot, her nupur clinking against her ankles, notifying all passers-by of the good queen’s proximity.

And I was born

Twenty-eight years ago, on an overcast day, an astrologer, sitting at the porch of our ramshackle house, had predicted that my mother would never give birth to a male child.

“Bhalobeshe shokhi nibhrite jotone”

Inscribe my name, beloved, With care and affection In the temple of your secluded heart.   Trace the beat of the music That plays in my soul In the anklets on your feet.

Ramadan Maghfirat: How I channelled my rage into inspiration for Sehri Tales

I channelled my hurt, anger and frustration into poetry and flash fiction that had nothing to do with my agitator and her cronies.

February 2, 2023
February 2, 2023

Abdus Selim’s poetry compilation of the ‘60s is a time machine

Abdus Selim’s translation and compilation is a time machine for all of us living in the new age, where poems have become much neutered.

January 28, 2023
January 28, 2023

SHOUTxDS Books presents 'Slam Poetry Nights' — Session 5

For its 5th session, SHOUTx DS Books’ Slam Poetry Nights performed at the Dhaka Lit Fest 2023.

December 17, 2022
December 17, 2022

Leaf

I saw a leaf falling yesterday. 

December 17, 2022
December 17, 2022

Matsyanayam - A story of ancient Bengal, and the queen who lived a hundred years

And in the streets of Shonarga, Luna went about on foot, her nupur clinking against her ankles, notifying all passers-by of the good queen’s proximity.

December 11, 2022
December 11, 2022

Hawa Manzil

I smoked and we stared. We stared and I smoked. One cigarette after another. To this day I’m not certain how the next two hours had passed, but I will never forget the blank look in its eyes and something that resembled a sneer that I never saw on Liton Mia’s face before.

October 6, 2022
October 6, 2022

Poetry review: Moon’s madness

Protiti’s poems are mostly ‘bare’ conversational musings exploring ‘selfhood, separation, exile, love and longing’.

September 9, 2022
September 9, 2022

A night for poetry

SHOUT and Daily Star Books organised the first instalment of their monthly event Slam Poetry Night in the capital’s The Daily Star Centre yesterday.

June 11, 2022
June 11, 2022

The Locksmith’s Luck

Azhar was a forty-year-old bachelor and an expert locksmith. He also owned a hardware store. He was generally considered to be a good citizen even though fifteen years ago, he went to prison for stealing jewels. But since then, he has been very careful about not getting caught. The stolen money helped him travel around and enjoy the small luxuries of life.

June 4, 2022
June 4, 2022

Waves

Peach seas murmur with the colours of the setting sun. There are no peach trees here — only

May 21, 2022
May 21, 2022