Sunday Talks

Sunday Poem By Shahid Abbas

Homeless We are homeless No shelter found under the naked sky Our army is weak Defending the indefensible We are sick O...

Winter's Anecdote. It was a winter night. Pervaded with inertia. A million stars spread like a corsage on the bosom of t...

I am not there When u look at the full moon, Then u see my smiling face In it's surface. When u touch on the tides of th...

দোঁহা ৩৩১ তোমাকে হঠাৎ ঝুলতে দেখেছি বাতাসের উদ্যানে নিজের কথাই শুনতে পেয়েছি অশ্রুত ভবগানে। ৩৩২ তারার আলোয় নাইতে নেমে,...

ANGUISH Every dusk,I relax,Yet -The vision is clouded,With the tears of sorrow!The anguish intoxicates the soul +Tea...

Swamijee If you want to discover ownselfThen you must try to know Swamijee.His writings are our pathway.These can he...

Of Cacophonies and Calligraphy Sometimes there is a blockage that is inferred in the soulful dementia of cacophonies...

Childhood's Spectre The witching hour passes in a jiffy.A cauldron of repressed torment purgates a blemished visitan...

The song of death Die Die Die,Die in the heavens sorrow;Die because there is no tommorow;Oh, sweet soul your eyes re...

On the see-saw On this see-saw with youit feels strange when I amat the higher end. While the hair feels happyto...