Poetry of a different perspective. Poems from January 2008- Volume 1. Hurtling to the airport, the cloudless sky. Pronounced above my tiny black car,. No one on the road, nobody to see. Inside the dusty windows, my mother. Dabbing her eyes with tissues. Our faces cover a whole future of missing,. Long days spun in front of us in rooms. Full of pictures, old furniture we both touched. On the banks of the highway, the wheat grass.

Reflections upon Returning State Side. It has taken me a long time to let the mental and physical dust settle from my recent trip to Palestine and Israel. As expected, I find myself wanting to return to the region and wondering how and when that might be possible. In the silent corners .

A Rooftop restaurant with the true 360 degree view of Dhaka city. We offer an amazing view of national landmarks among which are the Baitul Mukarram National Mosque and the Bangabandhu National Stadium. A multi-cuisine rooftop restaurant located at the center of Dhaka city. A sight to behold, a meal to cherish.

From my neighbors breakfast habits to my latest beer bottle breaking incident. A little of everything about me. I would run if I were you. Just too damn busy with RowThree.