About sharing sunsets with a stranger on a distant roof, day after day.
My Dreams
Standing by my dreams.
Your Debris
Debris of first love.
আমার
১৭ বছর বয়সে লেখা একটা কাল্পনিক চিত্রপট... A fictitious piece I wrote as a 17-year old.
The English transliteration and translation are provided.
The Heroes
A war-poem, with a deeper meaning hidden in the identities of the people involved.
Lies
Lies crush innocent hearts.
