Star Literature
POETRY / Cyan is my name when I talk about you
I'm tired of living with this nagging thought that we'll cross paths someday, /You and I
FICTION / The chasm
At around 2 AM he was awoken by the sound of Shahidun’s sniveling cries on her prayer mat. As grating as it might have sounded, he felt grateful for it to have woken him up.
FICTION / Konokbari
Reya looks out the window of the bus, the glint of sunlight falling across her oval face makes her olive skin shimmer.
POETRY / The hills
They say the hills have eyes Iridescent, all knowing, and deathlike.
POETRY / A Desire or death eats away at my corpse. You are basking in the sun
Do you want my hands/ Will they be enough to keep you warm
POETRY / Possible answers to “Why did you block me?”
I needed to de-escalate.
POETRY / Persephone’s blood
Your gaze, a dagger, cuts through me,
POETRY / Kissing strangers
Kissing strangers only feels good
POETRY / Shrines
Words have crashed onto your shores,
Cyan is my name when I talk about you
I'm tired of living with this nagging thought that we'll cross paths someday, /You and I
The chasm
At around 2 AM he was awoken by the sound of Shahidun’s sniveling cries on her prayer mat. As grating as it might have sounded, he felt grateful for it to have woken him up.
The hills
They say the hills have eyes Iridescent, all knowing, and deathlike.
Konokbari
Reya looks out the window of the bus, the glint of sunlight falling across her oval face makes her olive skin shimmer.
A Desire or death eats away at my corpse. You are basking in the sun
Do you want my hands/ Will they be enough to keep you warm
Shrines
Words have crashed onto your shores,
Kissing strangers
Kissing strangers only feels good
Persephone’s blood
Your gaze, a dagger, cuts through me,
Possible answers to “Why did you block me?”
I needed to de-escalate.
The English-Bangla conundrum continues
When my literature professor heard I had been delving into Bangla literature and cultural media in pursuit of a self-undertaken project to finally learn Bangla, she suggested I see the 1970 film Jibon Thekey Neya.
