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 It’s all in my head and I am tired of these psychological warfares, 

You ain’t existent in my life but yet you stay 24/7 in my head, 

I imagine scenarios that’s never going to happen, 

Nor do you will chase me so do I. 

Is there any full-stop of this day dreaming and utopias?!

You are just an illusion that I imagine day and night! 

You block my ways and interrupt my healing,

I was fine alone- atoned!

I was fine in a cage where I locked myself! 

I was an obedient prisoner there! 

But, why do you need to screw me by making me feel your racing heartbeat?! 

Your heartbeats say they belong to me!

You still love me!

A decade after it will still beat for me! 

I want to end this endless psychological warfare, 

You are everywhere yet nowhere, 

I search for you in every person I meet, 

I look for the same attributes, 

You should go away from my mind and heart, 

But, how do I ward off these sentiments

 when only you touched my soul?! 

You were one of a kind! 

Kind, dignified and devoted.

How do I forget your devotion?! 

The small garden that you decorated for me on 2015? Now, It’s 2025!

How can I forget how you climbed the mountain for me?!

Decorated it with flowers, 

17th roses for my 17th birthday,

Oh, a Queen I was in your paradise! 

Will you forget me?!

Say you’ll remember me!

My eyes, my lips, and my skin.

Say you’ll remember me,

My mind, my soul and my words, 

Say you’ll be what I wanted you to be! 

A rising star in the sky that one day I shall meet!

Petals of white wood rose 

you are in my sulked yard!

See you hands in hand 

in the next life-time!

©® Farheen Akter Bhuian Nancy 

Time Frame: 12.5.25, 6.23 pm, Tagar, MIST

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