Author: Zaki Alam Pushan
Carrying Into Infinity, We
The sun blazes over, a kinetic embellishment aswe move past the senseless dynamics, the innate mathematicsthat give us meaning in the horror we share with each other. We existas concepts, we exist into infinity....
Distorted Mirages of a Being
My thoughts rippled at the strangeness of a numb troubling sorrow,I am overpoured, sinking beneath a fathomless bottom,Unable to catch a breath amidst its congested hollowness. I say, it is all inside my head—...
“Where is my mind?”
The perks of taking public transport, apart from it being cheap, are the people, each more depressed than the last one. I listen to them sometimes, to their grumbles – always about their horrible...
Growing Up!
Growing up (or your pre-frontal cortex in the brain growing) is something that everyone can understand at some point in their lives, from a wide-eyed baby to a little toddler observing things around me,...
So much for…
Agony, hidden under false advertisements of harmony,securing a future with all kinds of uncertainty,Posing oh so normal, while covering up our insecurity,Building an image that leads to moral poverty, There is no place for...
পবিত্র শিশু
উত্তরে হিমালয় থেকে দক্ষিণে বঙ্গোপসাগর,এরই মাঝে পৃথিবীর বৃহৎ ব-দ্বীপ!আমরা বিশ্বাস করতাম,এই ভূখন্ডে একদিন জন্ম হবে একটি পবিত্র শিশুর।প্রকৃতির অমোঘ আদরে লালিত হবে সে,মাটির সোঁদা গন্ধ আগলে রাখবে তাকে। তারপর, এক বসন্তে তার জন্ম হলো।স্বাধীনতা,...
