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.
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.
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.
Poetry review: Moon’s madness
Protiti’s poems are mostly ‘bare’ conversational musings exploring ‘selfhood, separation, exile, love and longing’.
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.
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.
Waves
Peach seas murmur with the colours of the setting sun. There are no peach trees here — only