Activities of Munira Chowdhury

For a long 52 years I was writing a secret diary. Today I open it suddenly and found -- there are no words and colours on the grey pages of the diary, it is completely blank...drowned
The ships full of green chillies and cardamom from Ujan Nagar, have vanished in emptiness through fiftytwo windows of rivers, fiftytwo rivers have fried up...It is February now....And I know
In this month the Bengali alphabets are not incarcerated on pages. Goes to distant stars in the shape of scarlet birds
In honour of Rafique, Salam, Jabbar.
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IMPACT OF SOCIAL MEDIA

Social media has transformed our lives beyond recognition
No aspects of our lives remain unaffected as a result of
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Why it is some are happy and some are unhappy
Why it is some are successful and some are unsuccessful

Why it is some are very rich and some are very poor
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I am your baby Mum.
I did not come on my own Mum.
God's angels flew down to your womb
from the mighty heavens
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If you die before me
I would jump down into your grave
and hug you so innocently
that angels will become jealous.
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1. I had hung the picture of eternal time during those dizzy mornings, stitching them...Those shadowy appearances have now become hazy...Fingers of raindrops on the roof are splitting in cries or classical music - I do not understand properly...had sailed paper boats in ponds during childhood...had thought -- the boats would grow bigger one day, I'll meet them in Mehekseas…
My birds did not fly anymore...in distant past I had clipped the wings of birds and preserved them in childhood album…

2. Now the sounds of silence are sleeping...sleeping forever...I am pulling the boat of sand all alone in the desert…
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For a long 52 years I was writing a secret diary. Today I open it suddenly and found -- there are no words and colours on the grey pages of the diary, it is completely blank...drowned
The ships full of green chillies and cardamom from Ujan Nagar, have vanished in emptiness through fiftytwo windows of rivers, fiftytwo rivers have fried up...It is February now....And I know
In this month the Bengali alphabets are not incarcerated on pages. Goes to distant stars in the shape of scarlet birds
In honour of Rafique, Salam, Jabbar.
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Meheknonda
One
A calm salty river resides in blood and broken flashes of the moon
Flooded the river.
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নয় দরজার নদী

১.
তোমার সঙ্গে দেখা হয়েছিল নয় বছর আগে
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মৃত্যু, মুনিরাহেনা…

আজ এই শুক্লা দ্বাদশীর চাঁদ ফেটে গিয়ে
নীল-বর্ণ আলো ঝরছে
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