Seventeen

He was seventeen,

She was too.

They were college sweethearts,

Lovers of the town.

They were friends before they even started anything.

First love at the prime.

Unforgettable.

Unbearable.

They never did anything.

No heavy crossing of boundaries.

His eyes would say what he would do for his lady.

Her eyes would know what that mean.

But, fate had some other thoughts.

It intervened.

A devil cloak came in between.

They lost their love.

Parted ways.

His hands never held hers.

His lips never touched hers.

She was caged untill Twenty three.

She is still a prisoner.

A prisoner of the cage of fate, love and despair.

What a tragedy!

She lost her blessings.

Now, she is a cursed witch waiting to be dethroned

by the upper hand because she knows she is unable to lead.

Each day she sleeps to her deathbed,

Trying to make her doubts and worries asleep.

TimeStamp: 1.20, midnight thoughts, Tagar

Wooden Chair

A girl with flat eyes in the west flat sits regularly on the wooden chair to recount her past. She

2015

I am crying my heart out, My lungs are screaming and whimpering in agony. After a decade, I am crying

Bag

The last token of your love was a bag, A Tommy Hilfiger. I wish I could carry all the memories

Surrender

We keep reliving our trauma again and again until we heal. Every encounter teach me that each situation, each context

Diva

Goddess, you are a diva. A soul unleashed from heavens, Not for the weak, not for the meek, Not for

Do you think people die?

Do you think people die from lack of love? Adam?! Don’t you see them living, laughing, eating, dressing, walking, working

Farheen Akter Bhuian