Crow

You don’t recognise fate until it is gone,

Same goes with love and privileges,

Listen to me ‘Lover boy’,

You have been wandering around the bush for a while, and there’s a ambush, a predator waiting for you to grasp….

Now, tell me if you wanna hear my stories that I tell?!

Or, you wanna runaway in the woods to meet your death?!

I wrote three hundred love letters to you, and a thousand poems,

You haven’t checked them yet…..

You don’t know what oracles these poems hide,

You might get hypnotized,

Blown out completely and infatuated in my affection,

As dearly I scribble love for you,

But, you seem ignorant!

You don’t know how to comprehend soul’s urge nor do you know how to dissect,

Oh dear, if I am not your favourite writer than how can I be your favourite person?

If you don’t read me then how would you interpret my soul’s dialect?

Mirroring me?!

For what?!

Impression?!

Dupes!

A crow mourns for It’s lost children.

Oh,when she got into your skin,

You didn’t know,

Just as the shrewd cuckoo didn’t bother too!

©® Farheen Akter Bhuian Nancy

Time Frame: 8.54 am, MIST, Mirpur Cantonment.

Reflections

A decade went lamenting for you, A decade spent ranting about you, A series of decade has gone by blaming

Emancipation

Faulty stars in the sky leading to a faulty love story—well, stars were not deformed. It was our own fault—a

Racing Hearts

It was nice to know you. It’s a pleasure to meet you. It’s sweet to kiss you. But it’s horrendous

Addiction

You were not my love. You were merely just an addiction, Talking with you over the phone, Fighting over

Circles

Love was a priority then. Happiness was destiny. But now love is not predestined. Sometimes it’s a mistake. But mistakes

Sabotage

I was standing on the brink of a montage. But you always end up bringing about sabotage! I overcame the

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