The wise their moments spare will spend

With the excitement of waiting for a poem to be composed

Cowsar sat there, looking outside his garden at the Red Planet's artificial-earthen beauty. The red earth looked surprisingly pretty in the blinding light of the sun.

I cannot write. For a month, it lingers. Every morning, I sit in front of my laptop and hope to write something new, something noble. But nothing comes out. Not a word, not a sentence. As if the sea of creativity has dried up.

The fire of Muspelheim rages In the dark alleys where for ages Ancient arts of beauty have been stockpiled By the masters of money and mind.

Tell me, Bell,

What made you leave hesitatingly at twilight? What made you falter at the threshold and look back?

Sitting beside the secluded sepulcher Praying for the salvation of your soul,

If you ask me exactly when and how the Mujibnagar govt.-in-exile was first assembled, I cannot give you the answer right away, mostly because too many possible answers are floating in the air as I speak.

Abdul Quadir (1906-84) was a poet-prosodist, essayist, editor, journalist, literary critic, bibliophile and collector of literary works. He

The last email that I got from the organizers of the South Asian Festival of Sufism and Buddhism (the word Buddhism continued to be

Like it or not, the sun has all these rising points,

Morning walks, or rather ambles, tip-toeing towards the rest of the day. One's day gathers pace seemingly hour by hour after one

Translation studies is a newly emerging area of interest among academics and practitioners of English language and literature. Living

Does a piece of writing have a sex? Not really! It perhaps has a gender, which in French is genre. When it comes to distinguishing one

A tiger kept prowling around a village, and naturally, the people became frightened. The cows, the calves and even men were mauled

A morning perennially haunted by the memories of lovemaking

The late great Sir Terry Pratchett was a force to be reckoned with in the domain of fantasy novels. While his contributions to the world of literature are innumerable, Pratchett's life encompassed a lot more than just the art of writing books.

At the noon Of 21st February

Sometimes I wonder what life would be like if I were to subscribe to one particular language that didn't have any link with my roots. One particular language, which I didn't know like the back of my hand.