A Suicide Note of a Dead Bullet by Palash Mahmud

[tabby title="Poem"] is still living a nomadic lifelike cashmere wools free flybetween valleys is such a headstrongto be re-embodied in thisunforgiving world & to see the gunshot wounds:broken bones, gushingblood of who shots a bullet because a bullet also dies...

The Old Good Days by Palash Mahmud

[tabby title="Poem"] Don’t fear the sorrows arrested in the world.Don’t forget the happiness knotted in the mind. Remember-The new bad night comes just to say goodbye! Let’s seize the days in year, each moment anew.Let’s savor the breaths in life,...

Momentum by Palash Mahmud

[tabby title="Poem"] I heard a cat's cries, thinnerthan air, looming out fromthe perforated snails. I dared to namethe sound. Words fellout of my mouth. As the memory slithersbetween the momentumof flapping wings. [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Palash Mahmud is a bilingual...

Pulse by Palash Mahmud

[tabby title="Poem"] Have you given a try? at leastonce in a lifeto feel the pulseof earth underyour feet likeacantoof Coleridge. [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Palash Mahmud is a bilingual writer, book critic based in Dhaka, Bangladesh. His poetry, literary reviews and...

Of Our Own Kind by Palash Mahmud

[tabby title="Poem"] She went not for digging upthe narrationsof violence but for rummagingthe heartsof sufferers. She went not for collectingthe residuesof sea surging but for picking upthe sodden pebbleof lost memories of the tormented heart thatplagued the valleysfogged the hills....