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

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

Farheen Akter Bhuian