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Love

Love is not about pointing at each other’s weaknesses but to hide them, 

Love is not becoming weak instead becoming their strength in distant odd times, 

Love is about forgetting and forgiving, 

Forgiving their past in which they had no control over, 

And, forgetting the mistakes they make at present where they are still learning,

Love is about holding a future together, painting it with colors that shines so bright, 

Love is about building a dream that you dreamt long ago hidden inside of your conscience!

As you are not your age, nor the size of the attires your wear,

You are not a weight, or the colour of your skin nor your appearance,

You are not your name, or the lineage you belong,

You are all the books you read, and all the words you speak.

You are your coarse morning voice, and the smiles you try to hide.

You’re the sweetness in your laughter, and every tear you’ve cried.

You’re the songs you sing so loudly when you know you’re all alone.

You’re the places that you’ve been to, and the one that you call home.

You’re the things that you believe in, and the people whom you love.

You’re the photos in your bedroom, and the future you dream of.

You’re made of so much beauty, but it seems that you forgot

When you decided that you were defined by all the things you’re not.

You are the most beautiful person in my eyes- 

You just need to look through my eyes.

You are the amalgamation of what you say and do,

You are what you know and deliver to,

You are what you think and what you show,

You are the reflexes of the daily interactions we have that bonds us in the form of unbonded fondness-

That’s endless!

-Farheen Bhuiyan Nancy

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