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  • The World's End

    The rusted bogies were scattered like confetti at the path's end. Mounds of bricks and sand, abandoned boxes, stray

  • INTO THE BLACK FOREST

    Towering evergreen trees, thick clumps of fern and gorgeous waterfalls—yes, we are talking about Schwarzwald or

  • FARAAZ

    From Paradise gazing, we saw green on your face

  • Niceland Iceland

    the fragment is all that survived…

  • GOODGE STREET STATION

    For a split second I was startled beyond belief. For a longer while, maybe about a minute, I must have stood still with my mouth agape

  • SEX OR SLEEP OR SILK

    You are the night

  • THE MAN WITH THREE NATIONALITIES

    “This house,” said Mr Ranodhir Palchaudhuri, the owner of the colonnaded 19th century Neel Kuthi at Maheshgunj, “was built by a

  • THE SMOKE ALARM

    Since it was my fourth or fifth visit to the US, I considered myself a pro there. When I reached my cousin's home in Hicksville, Long Island on a Monday morning, she was busy preparing to leave for office.

  • Once in a Blue Moon

    That Man with heavy glasses-

  • Two Poems

    When home is broken

  • Snippets

    Boss: What is a Botox filler?

  • At an Ominous Time

    My spirit is in tatters

  • The Philosopher & the Poet

    These stories were told to John Drew by the Hungarian poets Ádám Nádasdy, translator of Shakespeare and Dante, and Győző Ferencz, Keeper of the Radnóti Archive.

  • A Requiem of Rain

    Maybe it was a feeling of triumph that I felt on my way to the bus stand. A sensation of joy took me over and made me forget about

  • Poetry

    Death news often comes

  • Kazi Nazrul Islam: Some Questions and Concerns

    In his voice we continue to hear the cadences, inflections, and accents of resistance and even revolution.

  • Temples and Mosques

    “Kill those outsiders!” “Bash the non-believers!”—the riot between the Hindus and Muslims had begun anew.

  • Proloyullash

    Ring out your notes of triumph! Ring out your notes of triumph!

  • Professor Fakrul Alam: Literature, Life and Translation

    He is surely one of the most loved and respected professors in Bangladesh. Even though he was mostly anchored at the Department of

  • Professor Fakrul Alam: Literature, Life and Translation

    He is surely one of the most loved and respected professors in Bangladesh. Even though he was mostly anchored at the Department of

  • Two Poems

    You taught me language, and my profit on't

  • When I Met Pip

    When I met Pip, he was hanging upside down. It was not by choice though; someone held him by his feet against his will and made

  • Daybreak

    A perfect luminous ball with deep, wide craters and spots, like freckles-

  • Tagore, Gitanjali and the Nobel

    It is perhaps redundant today to analyse the remark quoted above from the Introduction of Rabindranath Tagore's Gitanjali or Song

  • Mother

    None can fathom

  • The Twenty-Fifth of Baisakh

    The twenty-fifth of the month of Baisakh flows on—

  • O Herald of the New (Hey nutan)

    Let the auspicious hour of birth come around once again.

  • Ghalib Ki Dilli (Part II)

    Some years back, I had read of the restoration of the Ghalib haveli. The premises in 1995 had served as a heater workshop. It opened

  • Dressed Like a Daydream

    The pool was midnight blue, adorned by the reflection of thousands of stars. It blended perfectly well with my deepest, nearly-pitch-

  • Ghalib ki Dilli (Part I)

    I should have been listening to one of the scores of imaginative events on the poetry, life and times of the pre-eminent poet of the

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