Whatever we have is of different timelines, 

Whatever we are going to be is for different reasons and spaces, 

Whatever is coming forth is of different sources and experiences, 

Whatever is and will be therefore is unique for each people,

No one’s life is to be compared or worth matching to, 

It’s different path that can’t converge together for each soul chooses It’s learning in various forms! 

Some souls chose to spark, others to get lost, 

Some chooses to be on spotlight, become flashy where honesty dooms, 

Some chooses to stay quite and solve the mysteries and puzzles, 

Out of the chaos and disorder, 

Out of reach in a sanctuary, out of the mob,

Flashy lights, plight and fright,

Peculiar but singularly beautiful,

Beauty lies in understanding each soul’s voyage-

Different in their journey and direction, 

For each there will be a destined curve to be weighted or loosen up! 

My dear soldier- do not lose grip, 

Do not stay in despair, 

Hold on, stay there, 

Do not close your eyes- 

For what you have always seen is blood, 

You are bleeding- inside and out, 

But, that’s alright, that’s okay,

Do not see the bees and flowers, 

For all these are distractions, 

You are cultivating a haven for each to bloom, 

Now bloodstained- one day they’ll be named after you!

Do not lose hope!

©® Farheen Bhuiyan Nancy 

Time-Frame: 8.45 am, Home, Chittagong.