Varavara Rao
Companion Who keeps me company in these premises? The blue sky above, oceans of thoughts within, a shut door and a lock hanging outside, wide open memories and the patience I'm so used to, inside. Are there no human beings here? In which sense! This is solitary confinement to my soul Trees with fruity minds…...
Nirmalendu Goon
The Comparative Hand Wherever you touch me therein dwells my body Wherever you let loose your coiffure and to the earth your hair-washed waters you offer I stretch my palms to receive, I return home carrying with me my own self heavy with water and contents of my sight; Perhaps I do not return but…...
Assel Karibay
there are towns like wine Auspicious autumn city Shabby houses Old streets Around all the junk Oh, how I like it dull irrevocable years and my days are past and holy book is my sadness barefoot girl in the rain hurries to the tram And the station is still not close, a mile away And…...
Kousik Guria
Japa Kusuma Let there be blood Let there be a drop of unicell Let there be an unhappy droplet of soul... Oozing of life Clotting of tears with a fragrance of sparkling eyes! Alas. But, my mother can do My mother only My nature! Feels a chanting of Japa Kusuma Sankasam Kashya peyum mahadyuthim __…...
Mesbah Alam Arghya
I wait for her 1. I wait for her inside a dark Monday afternoon inside a dark Monday afternoon’s myth by a big round space a window overlooking billboards and a museum I know people eat strawberries make friends and money.. In fact, there is purpose in all this I wait for her in a…...
Baby Shaw
Within The Rain The sounds of rain here harmonized You are waiting on the way, in the heart of the sky On both of your sides, there are jungles of cloud And they are thinking this the faint sound of rainbow Lady farmers are warning their husbands to not to go out with boats They…...
Shuvra Das
Disease Triptych I Maya is not at work today; Maya Sarkar that is, this very day when the sun is beautiful and bright and after being beaten up all night by the drunken, stealing, devious loser of a husband. In dark, puffy eyes and bloody nose, she is not ready to show up in front…...
Anjali Jagya
Diurnal Delirium Your mouth, Is filled with the never ending sky, Quenching your thirst of divinity from My heart's sycamore, on a mountain top, Behind your sternum, beneath the collar bone. Denuded of gaiety, I'm fastened to my bed, The winds tracing your nose, Malaise dripping off into scattered clothes; Forgetting our roots, you decided…...
Sonnet Mondal
Strange Meetings Sometimes we run into someone just for once in our lives and our bones refuse to fit inside the skin the same way. Plans proceed as waves and recede as doubts. A fleeting joy with gnawing pangs of apprehension the stretch between experience and fear seems like the time taken by a fish…...
Personally , I am an admirer of the Translator 😍. I usually go through her writings . This is also…
Personally I am an admirer of the Translator, I usually prefer to go through her writings . She is an…
Such a simple yet powerful expression of the wrongdoings that occurs in domestic sectors. Absolutely loved the story.
Can you please cite the original poem ? Where to find it in Bangla?
Such a wonderful work ma'am ❤️ I loved it
Just a wonderful work Ma'am....I loved it❤️