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You need to cherish each day. Life is short, be happy.

Keep your surroundings happy.

Be optimistic. Be hopeful.

Be cheerful for yourself and others.

Everyday I choose to be happy amidst all the chaos,

I choose it consciously, subconsciously and rationally.

I brace my emotions and wear them like jewels, 

Ruby grief, emerald hope, sapphire dreams,

Set in the crown of my fragile existence.

The pond, the vibe, the lake, old stairs, and fallen leaves.

They all remind me of the seasons I have felt and left with grace.

In the meanwhile, the fallen angel whispers in my ears,

“Don’t fall, 

Fallen leaves have no value.”

But I scolded him and said,

“Hey, don’t you see the beauty in the autumn?!

Fallen leaves carry it.”

They teach us how to let go

with grace,

How to descend without despair,

How to nourish the soil after being forgotten.

Isn’t that divine?

I walk through the rustling mosaics of amber memories

and see how endings paint beginnings anew.

The moon glows like a secret guardian

of all silent survivors

who smile anyway.

Life is not always a blazing sun —

Sometimes it is the quiet courage of leaves

choosing to fall with dignity.

So I breathe, I pray, I rise —

Like a soft rebellion against sorrow.

And every night, I gift myself

one more promise:

Happiness is my jihad,

Hope is my worship,

Joy… my eternal protest

against the unfairness of fate or Taqdeer or subconscious, whatever you name it baby! 

©® Farheen Akter Bhuian (Nancy)

Time Frame: 9:37 PM, MIST, Mirpur Cantonment

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