Addiction

You were not my love.

You were merely just an addiction,

Talking with you over the phone,

Fighting over petty issues,

Non-stop arguments again and again,

Scratching each other’s faces till the

Bruises tear the flesh; we didn’t ever stop.

We didn’t mingle.

We never console each other but multiply our pain and anguish!

Oh, you were just a bad habit I had to bear!

For a long duration, this habit became an addiction.

Like a harpy, you are now cutting my throat in thirst of despair!

©® Farheen Bhuiyan Nancy

24 Feb, 2023

Rokeya Hall, DU.

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

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