Biography of Binoy Barman
MA in English from the University of Dhaka. MPhil in Semantics and PhD in Syntax. Now working at Daffodil International University in Dhaka, Bangladesh as the Assistant Professor and Head, Department of English. Especially interested in language and literature. Writes regular column in Star Campus magazine of The Daily Star.
Binoy Barman's Works:
1. Chomskyo Byakaran (Oitijjha,2007)
2. ELT Theory and Practice (Friends Book Corner,2006)
3. Language: Grammar, Reading, Writing and Comprehension (Friends Book Corner,2005)
4. Basic Language Skills Practice (Friends Book Corner,2004)
5. Chhara Jato Kara (Kathaprakash,2004)
6. Habijabi (Nandini Sahitya O Pathchakra,2002)
7. Dwelling (Asia Publications,2000)
8. Himu Has Got Some Blue Lotuses (Dibya Prakash,1998)
Binoy Barman Poems
The drone goes on, ceaseless, careless Bo…bo…bo… Thousand of bees sing together To celebrate the football season
Tit For Tat
If you pull the tail of a dog You are bit or chased by that Tit for tat!
Fishes swim merrily in aquarium My mind swims with them They give me a lot of pleasure Each to me a priceless gem.
Ant And Elephant
Is it logical to compare an ant and an elephant? Where is the problem? The size? An elephant is so large in slow pace
Just a while ago a black cow gave birth to a white calf Dawn, smooth, soft and balmy Smile of child bloom in dewdrops Leaves and grass bathe in the shower
Birth And Death
What is birth? To die over and again Unwelcome fall in mirth.
Cats And Dogs Rain
Have you ever seen heavy showers? Drenched all fields, roads and towers Air gets opaque with mists and fogs You phrase it raining cats and dogs
The Strong And Bold Man
People knew the man as strong and bold Did he fear at all any ferocious beast? A few days ago he was down with cold After walking a bit in the morning mist.
The moon floats dead in the sky Stars have stopped blinking Nowhere any shade of light The night is bright.
Lying in the petals of silence Time laughs with all its hypnotic power And language is born in the vocals of neonate Swahili, Mandarin or Haitian hour.
You may be dogged by bad luck And ultimately go to the dogs If that animal so bad, why a man Takes it when he walks and jogs?
Dusk In Keora Forest
Walking in Keora forest, she and me Where's she? She was here, a while ago Now she's nowhere.
The drone goes on, ceaseless, careless
Thousand of bees sing together
To celebrate the football season
Vuvuzela trumpets rage on
To spill over TV screen
To haul gallbladder of viewers
With no view of rescuers nearby