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Towhid Islam Khan

I want you to laugh at me.Laugh at me, when I'm highLaugh at me, when I walk byI want you to laugh at my back.I want you to laugh by the thought of My presence, by the thought of my appearance,And by the thought of the way I laugh. Bravo, Darling!As you see, without your ...

Modern Veins

Towhid Islam Khan

One day I'll write a poem that will be free from-Traditional verse forms, rhyme schemes, punctuation, or shapes.Such a poem will speak of you, Your alienation, depression, and Lonely walk through the crowd…"We shan't ever meet again.The sun is dead, and we can't see a thing.Darkness has clothed every sin.The rain...the rain takes away Lusty ...

Serendipity

Towhid Islam Khan

It was an accident.I entered the kitchenand I met an artist, pouring soybean on a nonstick fry pan,mixing onions, chilies, cumin, garlic, salt with some fresh sliced vegetables: potato, tomato, green bean, carrot and a little amount of cauliflower. It took about half an hour-the art of creation!I was overwhelmed to taste such a mouthwatering ...

Poet’s Corner

Sweet Flames!

Towhid Islam Khan

My lips are burnt with flamesthat are accelerated by your naval.How blessed am I!I burn and I laugh; I don't get hurt at all.My chest is sealed with passion,flourished by the touch of your breasts,soft and warm.Jaana, I think I am a happy flying creature like a dove.Come, join me in the rain!

Runaway

Short story

Towhid Islam Khan

Imaginative is the word that best describes me. In my childhood, I used to have visions that I would run away from home and start a business of my own. I don't know why I wanted to become a shopkeeper, but that's the only thing which fantasized me the most. I dreamed of running away ...

Ashes

Towhid Islam Khan

So innumerable ashes!I know that's not burning anymoreNot anymore but ashes!So much distance!I say that doesn't hurt anymoreNot anymore but distance!So many friends!It seems they are not friends anymoreNot anymore, but memories-Those have faded, already. The poet is a former student of East West university

Poet’s Corner

A Demon

Towhid Islam Khan

I am not a poet,A beast inside me is.It wakes and makes me write,And leads me to debate with characters ---Lines carry laughter and cries;Stories begin with words.A demon controls my fateAnd gives birth to a new me againï¿½Gradually, the demon sharpens my nailsTo strike my vein so thatMy blood causes the floodFlowing for long ...