Attachment & Identity

I am an identity, I am a character,

An image and imagery,

A symbol, A role,

A sage, A sire.

I am not simply an anomaly of the person,

Or, the emblem that you see is not what it seems.

I am not simply a person whom you can sway with sweet words.

I read people.

I observe them beyond their words.

I listen to their stories,

Their deepest desires,

Their wounds and hurts,

I understand their trauma,

Relate to their losses,

I study the bereaved.

I heal them.

That’s why people think they are attached to me whereas I keep my distance.

I detach from all longings,

And, attachments.

Because, attachment might open new doors of depth but it may also create a whirlpool of devastations.

Not for you, but for me.

My visions will get blurred or heightened.

Who knows!

But, I have always suffered in the surge of attachments.

Or, am I glorifying my inability?!

Who knows!

I don’t know either.

I don’t attach my identity with attachments that I hold.

Timestamp: 4 pm, Officer’s mess

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