Akash Saha

“Anything else?” asked Matthias.
“I like singing,” said Alys.
Wylan shook his head frantically, mouthing, No, no, no.
“Shall I sing?” Alys asked hopefully. “Bajan says that I’m good enough to be on the stage.”
“Maybe we save that for later—” suggested Jesper.
Alys’ lower lip began to wobble like a plate about to break.
“Sing,” Matthias blurted, “by all means, sing.”
And then the real nightmare began.
It wasn’t that Alys was so bad, she just never stopped. She sang between bites of food. She sang while she was walking through the graves. She sang from behind a bush when she needed to relieve herself. When she finally dozed off, she hummed in her sleep.
“Maybe this was Van Eck’s plan all along,” Kaz said glumly when they’d assembled outside the tomb again.
“To drive us mad?” said Nina. “It’s working.”
Jesper shut his eyes and groaned. “Diabolical.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

“You who never arrived
in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
from the start,
I don't even know what songs
would please you. I have given up trying
to recognize you in the surging wave of
the next moment. All the immense
images in me -- the far-off, deeply-felt landscape,
cities, towers, and bridges, and un-
suspected turns in the path,
and those powerful lands that were once
pulsing with the life of the gods--
all rise within me to mean
you, who forever elude me.

You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at,
longing. An open window
in a country house-- , and you almost
stepped out, pensive, to meet me. Streets that I chanced
upon,--
you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and, startled, gave back
my too-sudden image. Who knows? Perhaps the same
bird echoed through both of us
yesterday, separate, in the evening... ”
― rainer maria rilke

“ওরা আমার ছেলেটাকে মেরে ফেলেছে হিরোশিমায়। আমার মাকে খুন করেছে জেরুজালেমের রাস্তায়। আমার বোনটা এক সাদা কুত্তার বাড়িতে বাঁদি ছিলো। তার প্রভু তাকে ধর্ষণ করে মেরেছে আফ্রিকাতে। আমার বাবাকে হত্যা করে মেরেছে ভিয়েতনামে। আর আমার ভাই, তাকে ফাঁসীতে ঝুলিয়ে মেরেছে ওরা। কারণ সে মানুষকে ভীষণ ভালোবাসতো।”
― Zahir Raihan, আর কতদিন

“কে বল সহজ, ফাঁকা যাহা তারে, কাঁধেতে বহিতে যাওয়া।
জীবন যতই ফাঁকা হয়ে যায়, ততই কঠিন বওয়া।”
― Syed Mujtaba Ali, শবনম