poems
Escapril: How a poetry writing challenge curates community
The Instagram account for Escapril posts all 30 prompts for the month ahead of time, and the poet is only required to write by taking inspiration from said prompts
Poetry, my useless weapon
As bird flocks take wing at the rattle of Sten guns
A fugitive
It was noontime when I arrived home the sun was shining bright
POETRY / Dhaka (2007-)
I was nine years of age the first time I set eyes on a Dhaka street. I received my first welcome from a group of beggars tapping on my car window.
POETRY / Placing Places
Someday, I will write about those places, the cities, monuments, and faces.
POETRY / Love won’t you love me
Break me into numbers and spirals, and blood and flesh make me all that I don't wish to be.
Defining Haiku poetry with poet Quamrul Hassan
Haiku is a poem in three lines that captures the image of a single moment in the reader’s mind.
POETRY / Maa
Delicate like butterfly wings, And yet as strong as boulders Her mind is a divine place, Eternal peace on her shoulders.
POETRY / Favourite season
Showers and storms give way To a surge of sunlight A fragrance of hope floats in On morning breeze
Escapril: How a poetry writing challenge curates community
The Instagram account for Escapril posts all 30 prompts for the month ahead of time, and the poet is only required to write by taking inspiration from said prompts
A fugitive
It was noontime when I arrived home the sun was shining bright
Poetry, my useless weapon
As bird flocks take wing at the rattle of Sten guns
Dhaka (2007-)
I was nine years of age the first time I set eyes on a Dhaka street. I received my first welcome from a group of beggars tapping on my car window.
Love won’t you love me
Break me into numbers and spirals, and blood and flesh make me all that I don't wish to be.
Placing Places
Someday, I will write about those places, the cities, monuments, and faces.
Defining Haiku poetry with poet Quamrul Hassan
Haiku is a poem in three lines that captures the image of a single moment in the reader’s mind.
Favourite season
Showers and storms give way To a surge of sunlight A fragrance of hope floats in On morning breeze
Maa
Delicate like butterfly wings, And yet as strong as boulders Her mind is a divine place, Eternal peace on her shoulders.
Decaying youth
Seek if you must If you believe the truth shall set you free And then? We heal.
