Like a reptile emerging from the dust of centuries, Kolkata’s Ballygunge Down tram is snaking its way towards Rashbihari Avenue. Ghon! ghon! chimes its bell, ringing out in the last of the fading...
It is so cheap
like it is everywhere-
on the highways,
under the bridges,
Nobody tells me to search for you
as if there’s a timeframe for undertaking such quests!
My voice sounds like yours, and often,
looking at my arms, I get puzzled,
tears tasted salty
when i was little
sometimes i would inspect a drop
against the light-
This dawn is unvarying, lovely, peaceful, dewy,
Morning sky has opened its store of breathing clouds,
Meanwhile I looked for space, for a new frontier.
Shengdey awoke suddenly on a bed with an old man sitting beside him. “Are you okay, my child?” He asked, idly stirring a boiling pot of tea.
Darkness on a piece of paper
Black soaks the white
They took away my land, I said:
Thank you for building the railroad.
A hood of iron thread
Drawn over face,
Yes, you have no reason to trust me:
I am not your elder, I am not from your tribe;
Many of us still remember the year 1998 when Chitra Nadir Paare (Quiet Flows the Chitra) was released in Dhaka; with Afsana Mimi’s smiling face on the big posters around Dhaka University campus,...