An ode to the city where I grew up, before leaving it for long.
About sharing sunsets with a stranger on a distant roof, day after day.
Standing by my dreams.
Debris of first love.
১৭ বছর বয়সে লেখা একটা কাল্পনিক চিত্রপট... A fictitious piece I wrote as a 17-year old.
The English transliteration and translation are provided.
A war-poem, with a deeper meaning hidden in the identities of the people involved.
Lies crush innocent hearts.