Conversation with a Tree by Palash Mahmud

[tabby title="Poem"] [Knowing is risky as ignorance is dangerous] The mountains are high & hard.The oceans are soft & low.Who fixes their beauty & value? That was the questionA mulberry tree asked me.When I was passing the façadeof the Library...

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...

Oxytocin by Palash Mahmud

[tabby title="Poem"] I will burn my soul withthe auburn tintof spring. I will sing my body underthe weight of hibiscus rosa. & I won’t wake up untilyour romance sleeksthe texture of my oxytocin. [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Palash Mahmud is a...

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...