Doordarshan has opened a fresh can of #thosewerethedays nostalgia as it has started to broadcast Ramanand Sagar’s Ramayan and Baldev…
This here is a postscript to the last one. One of the most unfortunate linguistic – and indeed, social –…
It’s late in the evening, she’s wondering what clothes to wear; she’ll put on the make-up, and brushes her long,…
I sing of broken Christmas bellsLetters addressed to the condemned cellsTrees by fields of unblessed mass gravesAnd a toy tiger…
There was a notice up on the wall. Not a brick wall, of course, it was the wall of news…
ঘরের ভেতর একলা বসে কতই কথা ভাবি, পেরিয়ে আসা বিকেল বেলা, অশথপাতায় রোদের খেলা, ন্যাপথালিনের গন্ধ মাখা পুরোনো পাঞ্জাবী। ঘড়ির…
Many years ago when I was in college, I went to a place called Kayal’er Bagan. It was a little…
সময় ভালো না। সময়ের নাড়ী অনেকদিনই ক্ষীণ হয়ে এসেছিল, এতদিনে আমাদের ভালোরকম নজরে পড়ছে। কে যেন বলেছিল, পাশের বাড়িতে কেউ না মরা…
So today is World Poetry Day? Some have been asking me, over the last few days, about poems on ‘Humanity’…
Would be a shame if all this storm blew over, and Inksfall did not have a few words to say…