Who do I tell, sir? The walls do not listen, The roads do not answer back

We'll put up feigned politicians / And their fake promises instead

face to face, 20 taka in my pocket and this keyless map do you think love ever ends?

Pebbles strewn pavement Keep drawing me back

I hope you fight with your mother when you have a migraine, / I hope there's a holud ceremony playing item songs right beside your building

at night I look past my window / moon like a bruise hoisted on the shoulder of onlookers / as they draw their curtains

you don't recognise yourself, / everything is lost like a fish in Lethean space. / you have mistaken truth for love again

Here are a few things I learned in the one month we haven’t spoken

Imagine it’s raining cats and dogs The hilly river has let the hair loose

Tell me I am not a house without exits. Leave

1 and 3/4 cups of sugar, 2 cups of i-love-you

When moon fades into dawn and when I pass away with it / Will you think of all that I was?

It’s been so long since we last spoke that I don’t think I can talk to you without confessing something. There you were, standing before me

Wishing you a happy new year! / The coming year? No, years ahead—

When I come to you, I become a tree  Trees have roots 

Some label you a poet of love so true

This year, to observe 16 December, we have curated a list of four diverse yet fascinating poetry books for you to immerse yourself in.

My Bangla Sings out every morning One language Many songs

I fell asleep to the chatters of cicadas on a quiet summer night

A long stretch of time / passed in prison