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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

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