… reloading the wounds with silence

Steamed rice published in I am not a silent poet (December 5, 2015). Thanks Reuben Woolley.

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I dedicate this poem to Irom Chanu Sharmila, “the world’s longest hunger striker”.

Thank you.


There is not always blood

There is not always blood

(This poem is deeply inspired by an artwork with the same title by Sonja Benskin Mesher (artist and poet from Wales, UK) published a few days ago in I am not a silent poet. 01-there-is-not-always-blood

The piece is also indebted to a poem of Jacques Prevert called Lorgue de barbarie/Barrel organ for its use of barrel organ.)

There is not always blood

They played barrel organ in Paris
Blood on the shirt from that night
You all stand good-side-up
A voice against
The night that plays knife
Barrel organ in Paris
Can’t enslave our minds
There will be always blood

I don’t want to talk to you about Garissa
Nobody in town knows what it is
Even Garissa makes mistake her name for a crushed bird
Let go
I don’t want to talk to you about Beirut
If deaths are stacking up on that horizon
Let go
The land never turns just enough flat
Or else you could see the bodies do bleed in the streets of Beirut
Let go
There is not always blood

If the bruised streets of Paris
Keep calling to your mind
Just tell the wind
The blood has never dried up


Thank you.

Paris at night

Paris at night published in I am not a silent poet (November 20, 2015).

Quite a few beautiful poems on Friday the 13th have recently appeared and still appearing in this magazine for reactive/response/witness poems & artworks published from Europe (U.K. & Spain). IANASP will be one year old by the end of this month. Just under a year the zine has got 3119 members and 47,721 hits! Let’s keep the good work! And thanks Reuben Woolley!

Click here to read the poem: Paris at night

Thank you.

Freedom, still not earned

A rattling bog published in I am not a silent poet (November 11, 2015). Grateful to the editor of the journal, Reuben Woolley.

Click here to read the poem: A rattling bog

Thank you.

Note : Thanks to Walmart, in North America, we all know now Bangladesh. Amongst the countries that have witnessed on a grand scale the terrifying experience of death and misery, Bangladesh stands alone, and still appears to be “eternally” enmeshed in the same patterns of misfortune. Hardly any other country in the world, like her though, had to go through such a bloodshed and human tragedy (according to the Bangladeshi authorities, three million people were  killed in nine months) to earn not just the political freedom, but also the freedom of language of expression. The bloggers and their publisher who have been recently attacked and hacked to death in Bangladesh belong to that uninterrupted narrative of the country’s freedom struggle. But life in such a country is often considered to be cheap. Easy to forget such deaths, here too. “Je suis Charlie” has long gone to sleep in the storehouse of our memory.



I dedicate this poem to the following slain and attacked free thinkers :

Asif Mohiuddin, blogger, killed on January 15, 2013

Ahmed Rajib Haider, blogger, killed on February 15, 2013

Sunnyur Rahaman, blogger, attacked on March 7, 2013

Shafiul Islam, chair of the sociology department in Rajshahi University, killed on November 15, 2014

Avijit Roy, blogger and founder of the blog  Mukto-Mona, killed on February 26, 2015

Oyasiqur Rhaman, blogger, killed on March 30, 2015

Ananta Bijoy Das, blogger, killed on May 12, 2015

Niladri Chattopadhyay Niloy, aka Niloy Neel, blogger, killed on August 7, 2015

Faisal Arefin Dipan, publisher of Avijit Roy, killed on October 31, 2015

Ahmed Rashid Tutul, Rono Dipam Basu and Tareq Rahim, bloggers, attacked on October 31, 2015

And let’s not forget also the attacks on Taslima Nasrin, Shamsur Rahman in the nineties and on Humayun Azad in 2004.

I won’t come home again

I won’t come home again published in The Bitchin’ Kitsch November 2015 issue (October 30, 2015). Many thanks to the editors. Read it on ISSU (pp. 24-25):

Click here to read the poem: I won’t come home again

Thank you.