MD. Imjamul Hoque Bhuiyan | 1954

Title: Where Pedals Meet Poetry

I am Md Imjamul Hoque Bhuiyan — known by my pen name "Wheel Whispers Words." A cyclist, Writer, and Poet, I believe every ride carries more than speed or distance; it carries quiet reflections, hidden verses, and untold stories waiting to be set free.

I deliver not just parcels, but hand-written poems — I blend the rhythm of pedals with the art of storytelling. Wheels turn, words whisper, and miles bloom into memories. From early-morning deliveries through narrow city streets to long fixed-gear rides stretching across Chittagong, my words are born on the road: scribbled beside roadside tea stalls, carried in the silence between breaths, and shaped by the landscapes I pass.

Each poem, story, or memoir I create is an attempt to reveal that even the most ordinary journey holds a hidden poetry — that endurance itself is a form of grace. Through my writing, I hope to remind myself and others that there is beauty in routine, strength in stillness, and a story waiting within every turn of the wheel.

Whether it’s the gentle hum of tyres on asphalt, the weight of fatigue turning into reflection, or the unnoticed moments that bloom into verses, I write to capture the raw poetry of everyday life. Above all, my hope is to inspire others to slow down, listen deeply, and discover that their own journeys, too, hold stories worth telling.

Because in the end, every kilometre tells a story — and every heart holds a poem, waiting patiently to be shared with the world.

Why I Joined BSMe2e?

I joined BSMe2e to share my voice and vision with a global creative community that values passion and purpose. For me, writing isn’t just about words — it’s about connection: turning real-life experiences into stories that resonate.

Through BSMe2e, I hope to learn, collaborate, and inspire others to see the unseen stories around them, just as cycling has taught me to notice the small details that make life meaningful.

Creative Intro (in my style)

Wheels spin, thoughts flow.
Streets become pages, breath becomes ink.
I turn kilometres into quiet confessions, silent reflections,
And words that travel further than I ever could.