February 23, 2018

Gloom in Glee

January 14, 2018 Musitrature 0

Gloom in Glee by Shahinur Islam What a feeling this night awakes! The hostile sun’s taken leave for a few hours, the sky is busy with the needle works of light, the stars and the […more]

A Cry in Wilderness

December 14, 2017 Musitrature 0

A Cry in Wilderness by Shahinur Islam I have sold my golden afternoons that removed my day-long weariness. I have sold my disheveled evenings that cherished in their hearts my dreams, rehearsed in the lights […more]

The Song of a Star

November 18, 2017 Musitrature 0

The Song of a Star by Shahinur Islam I hear the star song in the sadness-soaked voice of waves— Never will she come back in any full moon to break the ice of my hidden […more]


September 25, 2017 Musitrature 0

Face-painting by Shahinur Islam Engraved are on these faces and eyes a slice of pity God’s age, a scar of civilization gathering moss. Like the leaves lying scattered on the roads drawn are on these […more]

My Days Have Slipped Away

August 5, 2017 Musitrature 0

My Days Have Slipped Away by Shahinur Islam My days have slipped light years away, leaving some wrinkly, bluish memories in the heart-lake of silence. Like the dusk crawling up into the dark the lotus […more]


August 3, 2017 Musitrature 0

Surveillance -Shahinur Islam The dead still prowl in the alleys of life; the dead still fly off and see in silence our living, hubbub, smiles, and cries. In this solitary bustle of the panopticon the […more]

When It’s Time

July 9, 2017 Musitrature 0

When It’s Time by Shahinur Islam Let the delayed dawn of the lazy night unfasten the arm-ties of life today. Let the desired knot be severed today. What though there was no longer embracing with […more]

If They Meet in Love

July 7, 2017 Musitrature 0

If They Meet in Love by Shahinur Islam Along the vertical line of the sense if a parallel line of feels is drawn and if they meet in love, in this life then, the sun-faded, […more]


June 16, 2017 Musitrature 0

Heart-quake by Shahinur Islam Leaving me in the ignoring darkness she has slipped far away, outside the circumference beyond the circle of light, responding to the will-o’-the-wisp like the moment slipping away from the present […more]

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