Category: Literature

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...

Let the wind be blown over you so that you can At times feel the warmth of a cold wind.

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...

Walt Whitman When I Read the Book

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...

Matthew Arnold The Last Word

Matthew Arnold । The Last Word

Creep into thy narrow bed, Creep, and let no more be said! Vain thy onset! all stands fast. Thou thyself must break at last! Let the long contention cease! Geese are swans, and swans are geese. Let them have it how they will! Thou art tired; best be still! They...

Muhammad Iqbal । The Candle And The Moth

Muhammad Iqbal । The Candle And The Moth

  O Candle! Why does the moth love you?  Why is this restless soul devoted to you? Your charm keeps it restless like mercury Did you teach it the etiquette of Love? It circumambulates the site of your manifestation Is it inspired with the fire of your lightning? Do the...

Let-us-।-Golam Kibria

Let us । Golam Kibria

Time to change, Time to invent Follow the wave, sometimes the backlit. Let us show some kind of furore, thus, Let us join the group of Alexander. Dark side of moon, will cover soon Smart side of Phoebe, reproduce will clone. Let us gather all layman, thus, Let us make advent their frigates differentiation. No...

sorrow

John Keats । Ode on Melancholy

No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist Wolf’s-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine; Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss’d By nightshade, ruby grape of Proserpine; Make not your rosary of yew-berries, Nor let the beetle, nor the death-moth be Your mournful Psyche, nor the downy owl A...

hafiz

Hafiz । What Happens?

What happens when your soul Begins to awaken Your eyes And your heart And the cells of your body To the great Journey of Love? First there is wonderful laughter And probably precious tears And a hundred sweet promises And those heroic vows No one can ever keep. But still...

On-The-Beach-At-Night-Alone

On The Beach At Night Alone – Walt Whitman

On the beach at night alone, As the old mother sways her to and fro singing her husky song, As I watch the bright stars shining, I think a thought of the clef of the universes and of the future. A vast similitude interlocks all, All spheres, grown, ungrown, small,...

A-Star-Without-a-Name

A Star Without a Name – Rumi

When a baby is taken from the wet nurse, it easily forgets her and starts eating solid food. Seeds feed awhile on ground, then lift up into the sun. So you should taste the filtered light and work your way toward wisdom with no personal covering. That’s how you came...