Trauma Body

Am I storing trauma in my body?

These muscle cramps, sensations, cravings and needle like prickly flinches,

Is my body saying me something?

Is the tingling speaking the cartography of a woman’s body?

As soul can’t speak through words,

It sends us bodily signals,

So is the high priestess speaking through vibrations to me…

My body holds the sacred space,

The intuition,

The extraterrestrial supersonic speed- Telepathy,

Is my soul whimpering in pain?

Talking to me through bodily ache?

Shall I sympathize with it?

Should empathy time travel?

Should I listen to my body as my soul is yearning to me through it?

Our bodies are sacred portals,

They give us signs and signals,

Should I give in to the temptation?

The callings?

Or, should I hypnotize myself into sublimating?

In an excruciating dilemma I am in!

Farheen Akter Bhuian (Nancy)

Time Frame: 11.45 pm, MIST, Mirpur Cantonment

Incapable

Now you know, The permanent damage that you’ve done. They call it survival, But, I named it silence. A disease

Numbness Towards The Collective

The sadness in my eyes has numbed the empathy towards the pain of the collective. I no longer read the

Contempt for the Culture that Shaped You

In knowing you, little by little, I cannot deny, That the flaw was not in your nature but in the

Asymmetrical relationship with the cockroach

The cockroach did not know that evolution never taught humans to befriend it, And, It didn’t learn to hide. It

Blue Whale

There was an ocean within me once, It was deep,blue,wide. In that deep blue ocean- Tides shone so bright, Faith

No bond lasts long

Why don’t you believe in people anymore?! – Cause, I don’t want anyone to exploit my reason. How’s that like?!

Farheen Akter Bhuian