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.

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