My shadow lurks behind meOn a crooked plain I tread Nailed prophet oozes bloodAccursed wounds refuse to heal My heart …
Morbid memory,Obscenely ordinary.Neurotic Nostalgia.Agitated aggression.Mindless mundaneness.I am the ruthless executionerEvery time you bleed purple.
Someday we will goUnder the greenwood treeDistanced from the earthDistanced from the skyHow much fare?Ahhh why should we care!Minutes turn …
তুই বলেছিলি বলে জলছবি এঁকেছি।ইছামতী থেকে গঙ্গার দূরত্বটুকু এক লাফে পার হতে পেরেছি,অনায়াস দ্রুততায়।আর তোর অভ্যস্ত আঙুলের ওঠানামায়অহল্যার মৃত্যু-ঘুম ভাঙ্গা চোখকাজল …
Life often makes us feel limited in our understanding of Good and Evil, Sin and Grace, and so does Von …
Snowcapped hills & deep low chantsspinning bell of fortune tollsthe darkest crevice of earth explodesthrough the crater, fire rolls. A …
A dead-end blown off gunpowder delights, A busy streetcar dimmed highway lights. a memory sordid a shot down with lime …
You,Will be a lonely soulWalking the highway of life. I ,Can only offer a willow shade. Not the thick dark …
For O. Henry, the short story was not just a literary act of communicating his artistic imagination, but also a …
The “sonnet” is traced back to Francis Petrarch, whose sonnets (14th C Italian) were popular throughout western Europe. Early sonnets …