Horizon by Palash Mahmud

[tabby title="Poem"] Either there is no horizon orHorizon is where you stand. You don’t know orYou can’t just see it. Horizon is where you standSo, don’t go after horizon. Look, look at your feet. [tabby title="Poet Bio"] Palash Mahmud is...

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,...