Predators

The first ray of the morning sun poured down on the sapling, unveiling the dark around it. In the middle of the forest, among the many greeneries, t
17 March 2021

A Secret Exchange

"I am here, Pasha. Show yourself."
10 March 2021

Beauty in Little Things

Mrinmoy lwas trying to figure out why she suddenly brought it up at 3 in the morning.
17 February 2021

What “Liberation” Means to me?

My motherland, Bangladesh was liberated from the Pakistani autocrats on 16th December 1971 sacrificing 3 million lives and 9 months of the blood-shed war. After 49 years of freedom, our nation has progressed technologically and economically but freedom from hunger, freedom from corruption, and education for all are yet to be achieved.
17 February 2021

What Liberation Means To Me

The word “liberation” is one that has a very broad meaning. The meaning of it has many aspects, and is not only confined to the political context. One might be born in a liberated nation, but may not necessarily lead a liberated life. To me, the meaning of liberation is a combination of freedom of expression, personal empowerment and freedom from social stereotyping.
17 February 2021

The Day I Walk Free

Liberation- The act of being set free from a state of imprisonment.
17 February 2021

TONIGHT’S DANCE

The night calls out with blaring horns, Trucks and buses and uncompromising scorns,
3 February 2021

In Quest of Lost Melody

I remember walking with you While my feet glided lazily
3 February 2021

FEAR

She looks so at peace when she’s asleep. Hair sprawled across the pillow, lips slightly pursed, brows unfurrowed. She always sleeps straight and, on her back, like a dead body in a morgue.
3 February 2021

Two Colours in My Head

As the sun grew hotter and the spots touched his closed eyelids, he slowly fluttered them open.
27 January 2021

Four Chambered Walls

The alarm went off just as the dawn broke through the corner of the indigo shaded curtains; 6:45 AM, 24th October, Saturday. Same as yesterday, the day before that, the entirety of October, call it a few months even.
20 January 2021

Aura

Sometimes I wonder what my favorite aura is like, and I think it’s sunny but mellow,
20 January 2021

Small

There was once a girl Who called herself a friend
13 January 2021

Washed Away

He stood alone, motionless.
6 January 2021

The Intangible Ceiling

The most wicked standards are the ones we create for ourselves.
30 December 2020

Memories

“How long will the whole procedure take, doctor?”
30 December 2020

Did You Sing?

Do hearts have strings? For, Lord! They can play!
30 December 2020

Untitled, 2018

A pencil bag was found in the examination hall no. 3 on Sunday.
23 December 2020

Stringed

The lights dim as my will to live brightens. It's Thursday, which means I'll get a good night's sleep.
9 December 2020

Ode to Chaos

Chaos! Take me. Obliterate me.
9 December 2020