Castle

The castle ended to be a prison for the royals that was supposed to be a home,

It ended to become a haven of lost whispers,

But, it is renowned as the joyous uproar of courtiers, festive and glamorous,

Behind the glamours there was wailing,

A wall of tears, echos of laments,

Imprints of ruins- ruins of great humours ever born!

There is a ‘Castle’ in all of us- Somber,

Bitter in memories and weaker in ties,

Shiny outwards but hollow inside,

A feigned freedom exercised,

Reigning champions dead and faded while still alive!

Mummied and crusified!

©® Farheen Bhuiyan Nancy

Timeframe : 9.27 am, Home, Chittagong

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

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

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