Emancipation

Faulty stars in the sky leading to a faulty love story—well, stars were not deformed.

It was our own fault—a lack of apprehension of the situation.

Shortage of endurance and lack of understanding make us fall.

We fell from the heights that we claim to own.

Faulty stars are twinkling again, leading to a new destination.

This time, the moral of the story is true emancipation!

©® Farheen Bhuiyan Nancy

Feb 24, 2034, Rokeya Hall, DU.

Reflections

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

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

Skeleton of Love

My love was in its purest form. While your love was a ‘phony,’ In the epitome of desire and belongingness,

Farheen Akter Bhuian