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

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