Seventeen

He was seventeen,

She was too.

They were college sweethearts,

Lovers of the town.

They were friends before they even started anything.

First love at the prime.

Unforgettable.

Unbearable.

They never did anything.

No heavy crossing of boundaries.

His eyes would say what he would do for his lady.

Her eyes would know what that mean.

But, fate had some other thoughts.

It intervened.

A devil cloak came in between.

They lost their love.

Parted ways.

His hands never held hers.

His lips never touched hers.

She was caged untill Twenty three.

She is still a prisoner.

A prisoner of the cage of fate, love and despair.

What a tragedy!

She lost her blessings.

Now, she is a cursed witch waiting to be dethroned

by the upper hand because she knows she is unable to lead.

Each day she sleeps to her deathbed,

Trying to make her doubts and worries asleep.

TimeStamp: 1.20, midnight thoughts, Tagar

Incapable

Now you know, The permanent damage that you’ve done. They call it survival, But, I named it silence. A disease

Numbness Towards The Collective

The sadness in my eyes has numbed the empathy towards the pain of the collective. I no longer read the

Contempt for the Culture that Shaped You

In knowing you, little by little, I cannot deny, That the flaw was not in your nature but in the

Asymmetrical relationship with the cockroach

The cockroach did not know that evolution never taught humans to befriend it, And, It didn’t learn to hide. It

Blue Whale

There was an ocean within me once, It was deep,blue,wide. In that deep blue ocean- Tides shone so bright, Faith

No bond lasts long

Why don’t you believe in people anymore?! – Cause, I don’t want anyone to exploit my reason. How’s that like?!

Farheen Akter Bhuian