Category: Literature

Ibn Araby - The hand of trial

Ibn Araby – The hand of trial

I wonder at the house He has built and shaped, placing therein a noble spirit, putting it to the trial. He destroyed it utterly, as if He had not built it. Who can put it together for me, who can make it last? He knew full well what He had...

A Pair of Shoes

A Pair of Shoes  – Khadiza Binte Mostafiz

“Hey Jashim, Look what I found.” “You are so lucky, Zaid. This shoe almost looks brand new. I wonder why they threw it into the dustbin. Must be nice being rich. You can dump your good shoe and buy a new one. You are really lucky, you know. You can sell...

One-time life

One-time life – Muhammad Saifuddin

They say you get your life for once only So, enjoy it, Seize the moment. But it’s not true. You, with every passing second, get a new breath meet new people, greet new environments, breed new plants, gain new creeds. Even your old possessions become newer by becoming older with...

Mr. Season

Mr. Season – Kazi Falguni Eshita

He’s about ten years younger to me. That’s what attracts me to him, you see. I call him Season, that’s what his name means, A sibling from a different set of parents he seems. He’s almost a skeleton, with the face of a child. I have to be loving, or...

Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman । Song of the Open Road, I

Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.  Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune, Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing, Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous...

Jalaluddin Rumi

Jalaluddin Rumi । The Breeze at Dawn

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don’t go back to sleep. You must ask for what you really want. Don’t go back to sleep. People are going back and forth across the doorsill where the two worlds touch. The door is round and open. Don’t go back...

Rudyard Kipling । Cities and Thrones and Powers

Rudyard Kipling । Cities and Thrones and Powers

Cities and Thrones and Powers, Stand in Time’s eye, Almost as long as flowers, Which daily die: But, as new buds put forth, To glad new men, Out of the spent and unconsidered Earth, The Cities rise again. This season’s Daffodil, She never hears What change, what chance, what chill,...

Ibn Arabi An । Ocean without Shore

Ibn Arabi An । Ocean without Shore

I marveled at an Ocean without shore, and at a Shore that did not have an ocean; And at a Morning Light without darkness, and at a Night that was without daybreak; And then a Sphere with no locality known to either fool or learned scholar; And at an azure...

There Was… By Muhammad Saifuddin

There Was… By Muhammad Saifuddin

There was empty seat But I preferred to stand. There were people to fall in love with Instead I stayed alone. There were open doors I didn’t enter though The light was green on the traffic signal I didn’t cross There were my friends Waiting for me at the opposite...

Four Poems by Ahmed Saif

Four Poems by Ahmed Saif

1. The brightest light glitters from a face that is dark. Color is an illusion. 2. The day before yesterday, A boy took his own life And with this boy killing himself We all became guilty of a murder. We are responsible for suicide 3. Your eyes closed. Your hands...

If you are gossiping to others, then you will become a hater.

Never Gossip । aysal Bin Mahmud

Sometimes I win, sometimes I learn. I never failed and nothing’s lost. If anybody loves me, I love them. If anyone hates me, I don’t care. Because I know better, who I am. And my lord knows the best, how I am. Oh, my brothers, don’t tell ?others. what I...

Mr. Season

Let and Let Not । Muhammad Saifuddin

Let the wind be blown over you so that you can At times feel the warmth of a cold wind. Let the water that is coming from the sewage Touch you so that at times you can know what odor is. Let the harsh words go over into your understanding...

I was only 20 years old when I started writing. My father was one of those little paid employees, who worked all day on a desk filled with documents and files

Joe’s Pen । Khadiza Binte Mostafiz

I was only 20 years old when I started writing. My father was one of those little paid employees, who worked all day on a desk filled with documents and files. My mother died because of an illness 7 years ago. Obviously, we couldn’t spend little money for her medical...

I'm Still Here

I’m Still Here! । Fatima Binte Mostafiz

Wee woo wee woo!! After the surgery, I’m lying on a stretcher in an ambulance, which I think is kinda cool cause no one in my class has ever been on an ambulance before, now I can talk big words about this! Hehe. But I guess papa isn’t happy, who...

Beauty and nature Golam Kibria

Beauty and nature । Golam Kibria

Last night I was with my pen To describe the beauty of natures fame. How often I’ve been working here At my old desk till she appeared, And over papers, notes and books I caught, my beloved friend, your looks. Full lunar light, that you might stare The last time...

Control your emotions

Walt Whitman । When I Read the Book

When I read the book, the biography famous, And is this then (said I) what the author calls a man’s life? And so will some one when I am dead and gone write my life? (As if any man really knew aught my life, Why even I myself I often...

MIDDLE CLASS DREAMS

MIDDLE CLASS DREAMS । Rafikul Hoque

Mr. Jamaluddin is now in the balcony, looking towards the starry sky. The sky is clear today. He is trying to count the stars, and thinking about the strange pattern of the stars in the sky. In his imagination he is trying to draw a parallel line among the stars...