poetry rants

my own bully

i am a good boy,i will tell you a story today,about the ying and yang, about the parts of me – which keep fighting within, about tanzim and me – about the bully and the victim. yes, i was bullied once,in school – at the basketball court,i was beaten up, left of the floor,in tears […]


letter from me

in my dream, in wrote you a letter. i am awake now, the tv and radio both are playing around me, my father is the first to get up in our house and then i get up too. the weather has been humid, over the last couple of week. my eyes are still a little […]


a cup of chai

i sat with my family, my father and brother, with heavy heart, it’s been twenty, forty, i don’t know, how many days, since the lockdown, we sit with our dreamy eyes and hearts lit with passion, to do something, as we sit together, over a cup of chai, it’s only now that i’ve learnt- how […]