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Relative Deprivation and Desires

I am unhappy because I’ve compared myself with a happier person than me today,

I will be happy tomorrow if I compare myself with less fortunate people, measuring my rate of success parallel with their motion and gains, 

Relativity in all forms causes agony today or later, 

Instead, I should compare my state with my very own essence- what shall and what I ought to become! 

But what if my potential was never meant to reach the destination? 

What if the situation and context never changed- 

I am the same from where I have begun?! 

I understand now that we fight relatively every now and then, only to change the circumstances that circumscribe our enormous dreams and potential, 

Inner calling- whatever we call it, 

We love what fulfills our desires, 

Desires shape our actions, and so does the future!

People vary only in terms of desires to desire! 

©® Farheen Bhuiyan Nancy

Disenchantment 

If rationality sways away all the sensuality. 

Replaces emotionality with reality, 

Then, there is no scope for hurting, 

No place for grievances and no place for feelings,

It’s always the logic that speaks the volume, 

But, what to do with the tears that flow?

What to do with the anger that runs through the veins?

What to do with the agony that is created from helplessness?! 

True! Emotions can’t be replaced or suppressed, 

Though, intellectuals always have had and will continue to have a love-hate relationship with sensuality, as they struggle between what to validate! 

©® Farheen Bhuiyan Nancy

Difficulty

Day by day, everything gets hard,Love becomes hard,Career gets hard,Daily affairs get harder,Connections are all lost.Day by day you keep

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