Poignant lines on wishful death

The entire country was submerged in water. The countryside was completely flooded. In some places the tinned roofs of houses or some bamboo poles rose out of the waters to announce the presence of human residence.

If sunflowers shone in the sky and clouds floated in lakes,

A politician and journalist by profession, Abul Mansur Ahmad began his career as a National Congress worker in Bengal.

A love poem

Hermit-crab fiction use ready-made templates such as recipes, shopping lists, meeting minutes and other forms and is a great way for experimenting with form in short fiction.

Dream is a mystery sometimes unfolded amidst creeping eeriness unstipulated to the seemingly compos mentis. As long as my stint in your thought bears a meaning for life because I wish to worship the sanctity of your feeling for me and tree,

Now I wonder the world is a painting, an imaginary chamber where captives sing, like a caged dove obeying a hunter enticing free birds to live in bliss. And then I see darkness of dusk fade away as the sun begins to peek in the east.

Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein (1818) is well-known to the literary audience and beyond as the tale of a brilliant and mad scientist who created a horrible monster that in the end brought destruction for its creator.

This is a memoir of Sumaiya Samad Mehtaj who visited Sri Lanka this past June as part of a conference team. She was moved by the Lankans handling the critical situation of their country and decided to write this piece.

A portrayal of a complex psychology, "Warm Red" tells the story of a terribly insecure man.

Under the blazing sun, The man stands- strong hands holding on to brake, and legs tapping out a rhythm on pedals, pearls of sweat glistening down the small of a tanned back,

Keep relatives at a distance, they will never visit but will always give untimely advice or spill half-true family secrets. 

Shakespeare in the Park is a New York institution.

Remembering Shamsur Rahman on his death anniversary

On Sukanta Bhattacharya and his revolutionary poetics

Despite the absence of city singers, musicians and dancers, there is no shortage of such artists in the rural areas.

Honourable president [of Bangla Academy], president of the reception committee, guests from abroad, representatives from the diplomatic corps and the respected audience,

A poem about the modern way of life

“Bhabi, do you remember Banu?” my paternal aunt Janu phupi asks Amma. We are in the middle of a grand celebration—I am getting married and today is my gaye-holud. My grandmother barks, “Don’t mention that ill-fated girl now. She tricked us all.”