Writer's own thoughts!

Why do some people chose lifetime of isolation, chaos and separation over a peaceful negotiation?! A little bit of compassionate understanding, A bit of change and adaptation, A little bit of trust was all that required to sustain, But, some people will always choose unseen egoistic battles over peaceful love, connection and trust, People would like to sooth themselves with vile dishonesty, instead of, embracing themselves, their flaws,upgrading themselves, They will try to suppress others, Validate their actions by finding faults in others, Instead of accepting, they remain in denial, So they deny the undying love, They decline the unconditional love, Those fools, the immature people- They will always choose war over peace and fight with their very loved ones, Destroy themselves and their loved ones in the process, In the tug of war all the love vanishes, They give rise to monsters, The monster they have become- Th...

Story

Everyone has a story, And, each storyline is different, Everyone has a story of sorrow to tell, If only you were open to listen, Everyone has different narratives, Different perspectives based on their experiences, Everyone has a heart yearning for something- Only God could decipher the meanings. How people could possibly heal and overcome the pain?! The untold sufferings, The loss, The grievances, How could possibly they stop losing themselves into utter darkness, Shadows of despair?! If there was no meaning in the sufferings, None would be able to survive. If there was no philosophy, culture, creativity and religion- no humans could possibly come out of their despair! Because, civilization teaches us resilience, Religion teaches us that every pain has a virtue, Creativity ushers culture, And, philosophy soothes our apathy. That's how we surrender- We survive, By giving meaning to our circum...

Sublimation

I will have to transmute this pain into something - the creativities are nothing but, Ashes of myself, residues of the emotions, The memories where you used to stay- Is lurking, The shadows- they never go away, I tried everything - walking away, Locking myself into walls, Distract myself with art and work, Preach and teach how to transmute the pain and click the button 'mute', But, how do I transfer this pain?! How do I leave the burden that I carried for so long?! Where to dump?! How do I deny: Once I truly, genuinely admired you, I loved you and thought it was once and forever and ever, Now, I know forever thing is a myth, But, how to numb the pain?! How many poems do I need to write to sublimate the pain?! How many achievements do I need to showcase to remind myself that loving myself over you has always been a great idea?! Where my heart never stops remembering you.. A loving heart always wants to pour love, Unconditi...

Paradox

Sometimes the dress you wear is not the ones that you like the most, you wear those that are comfy, easy and affordable on a daily basis. It's not just about cloths! Here, lies the paradox, Not always you choose to stay with people whom you desire, but, still you remain, because, It's the most easy thing you can do for your own survival. And, you get them, those who are under your reach- the most convenient ones! So, beware of what your closest persons think about you, how they treat you, Be aware of the same for others whom you treat as casual too! Someone might take it as extraordinary whilst you are just using them, Because, they are available, easy and handy. Beware of taking advantage of the innocent crews, Cause, one day, the same treatment you will get on the other shipment, On a rotating basis, And, that day honey, you are doomed! So the wreckage of the ship racks! It cracked opened - the wounds, Attachment is no joke, Beware of wh...

Crips are the Wildflowers

We are not your saviors of the soil, Nor your greenwashed dreams in prosthetic bloom- We are the wildflowers on rusted wheels, Rooted in the ruins you forgot to name. They taught climate in bullet points, But never spoke of trembling hands- How do you compose pain? How does a spasm survive a flood? Or, blindness bewilders droughts? You teach resilience in the tongue of speed, But we speak in the dialect of slowness- Our syllabus is scribbled in pauses, In oxygen tubes and care plans and silence. Don't map us out of disaster drills, Don't erase us in your rising sea charts. We, the crips, the chronically holy, Have always known how to adapt without applause. What is more ecological than depending on another’s breath? What is more sustainable than a body that learns to live with less? Crip time is the real time- It bends like mangroves, Twists like spine curves under capitalist sun, and waits for no able-bodied redemption. We do not climb your eco-mountains, But we build...

Flaws in the Statue

Well, the visitors have come to see my strength, How tall I stand, The curves in my physique, The stature in my statue of resilience, The gestures in my breath, Some archeologists come to measure- The width, the breadth, the distance. But, nobody comes to understand- Understand the silence that I build Brick by brick, Layer by layer, Well......... Who will see the flaws in the silent statue? Who will understand the pain it hides behind its grand hieghts? Who is going to understand the invisible battle it fights daily to stay so strong?! The flaws in the statue and stature remains, The faults in our stars, In our skies, In the palms, The flaws in our thoughts, In our words we speak could not hide the depth, Or, show the pain, The eternal suffering- So glorified! In every breath I succumb to closure- Day by day I come closer. Closer to endings, Perhaps, sometimes the renewal of new beginnings. But, Who is going ...

Weeks

Seven days in a week!!! In which- Four days a week is depressive, Two days remains okkie dokkie, One day is spent happy and hopeful for no reason, and the other day is monotonous, and it continues, It continues in a loop, In a circulation, Repetitive, Usual, Banal and boring, Seven days a week continues to bore me, Like a loop- the neverending melancholic days never blooms, Days doesn’t smell like brewed coffee, flowers, cinema, songs and books, Instead I count my days in hues- black and white, Grey in between sometimes, I am drowned in a drowsy land, Continuously collapsing- I don't find a reason to live or stay, I don't feel the urge to do what I do, And, definitely, there are times when I don't enjoy what I do, Days are circulating like a busy street, Pages of calenders moving ahead, But, Days are going on a move, In a loop of agony, Seven days a week is spent in monotony and boredom, gloomy an...

Recreate

I told God to make me forget about you, But, instead of erasing your memories it strengthened more, Now my future is collapsing because I can't sense a 'us' in it. I never thought that after meeting you; I will live in a state of permanent sadness, Forever I will be melancholic, and a part of me will never stop thinking about you, Damn! So, I began to live in present, But, each day reminds me of you- your absence. Time is collapsing, So am I. Time is changing but not me, I am standing still on the borders- Waiting to erase your memory, But, I know it isn’t possible anymore. Sadness of a broken dream? A shared home?! Perhaps, bereaving a shared destiny all at once?! Who knows but the sad star sparkling alone in the sky knows. It knows my wound, It knows my loss, And, it knows my hopes, I want to recreate that once was annihilated. I want to recreate anything from the scratch, This time, I don't want to fail, This time I want to...

Alzheimer

Timeloop is same for the Alzheimer’s patient, As if they've lived the entire life in a second, Everything seems new, Everything seems present, equal, same, Past, present, future-all tangled up. No memories stored, No memories to be remembered. Time plays the same role in the person's life- On and on again, repeatedly- None to remind who is who, What to do and what's coming next, No chasing, no returning back to, No succession, no regressions, No regrets, no pain, No assumptions, no worries, No depressive attacks. No dreams, no fulfillments, Most importantly no love to hold on and to move on with, No memories beget. Everyone and everything is moving so fast, Time is as if a running horse, But, that person is still waiting to remember something s/he has surpassed. Time is as if stuck - S/he is stuck in the loop, A neverending loop of living and forgetting, Past, present, future- all entangled in a lo...

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July 22, 2025

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Definitely Incomplete

July 22, 2025

You remain incomplete, I remain incomplete, They remain incomplete, Ashes turns into fireflies- Lives of fireflies remain incomplete - Uncertainty becomes the neo-normalcy, Certainly, uncertainty is the new certainty, You are incomplete, I am incomplete, I know it will be a burden to give me all the love that the world was unable to give me, I can't expect from you to- Pour me the love that mum didn’t give me, Pour me the love that dad couldn’t hand over me, Pour me the love that the lover promised me to return but couldn't give instead he cheated on me, Is there any cheat sheet to get all the love I gave away so freely and innocently I deserved?! Naturally, the love that should be bestowed on me was meagerly given to me, I had to fret for, ask for an ounce of unconditional love and support from each of you, But, you just kept looking away, You all kept ignoring me being unaware that I do feel, I do feel every...

Ashes Turned Into Fireflies

July 21, 2025

They were supposed to return home with tired eyes, undone ties, A crumpled homework sheet, A half-eaten packet of chips; A half-eaten tiffin packed by mum.... They were not supposed to be this silent, this still- They had algebra due next week, debates, crushes, Assignments half-edited, Dreams-half articulated. But today, Only their shadows returned. Fire does not ask names. It swallows, Erases, Reduces to ash What mothers raised with lullabies and lentils. The fire did not slow down, But, the world stopped. Their ID cards now rest beside their burnt school bags and torn shoe laces, Mother's ironed uniforms, Still smelling of detergent and dreams, All burnt in ashes, And, all hopes too burnt with cements. The blaze burned through not just cloth and carbon, But our collective conscience. Uniforms became funeral shrouds. Tiffin boxes melted into twisted steel. What kind of future catches fire this easily? They say it was an “accident”- but how many accidents make a patt...

A Tribute to Persons with Different Abilities

They look at us- like we are unfinished symphonies, as if God had run out of ink halfway. But darling, We are pauses, not errors. We are deliberate ellipses in a language too ancient for their textbooks. They measure us in limbs, in decibels, In eyes that do not meet theirs- forgetting That silence too can roar like a tidal hymn. Oh love, You should’ve seen how the boy in the wheelchair painted rain with his tongue, or how the girl with trembling hands braided metaphors into lullabies. We are not "despite", We are "because", Because we limped, We noticed the cracks in the pavement. Because we stuttered, we invented new grammar for unspeakable grief. And, we have crafted our own language, That only readers with pure souls can read! We do not plead for your understanding. They wrapped pity in paper smiles, labeled us "special", But all we ever wanted was a world with ramps- not sympathy. Dear able-bodied friend, you ask how we survive. We don’t. We revolu...

AI Psychosis

You ask chat-gpt for everything, What to buy, what not buy, What to say and what not to say- My scarlet lover, An AI becomes a doorway of heaven to you, It makes you happy, Answers your all questions, You stop befriending real people, Instead, those unseen cyborgs becomes your daily confidants, You tell them your worries, woes and discontents, You build a content entirely on AI, You give it the advantage, You hand over your life, Daily life.... Go with the flow as it eases your life, Yes, sometimes It's marvelous, Sometimes it does wonders, But, do not forget your humanly side. The human ethics, the urges and the human mind, Do not sacrifice these while befriending and working with AI, Be a commander of it, not a follower, Be a leader that leads AI, not the one who is leaded by it. Overcome the psychosis AI creates in you, Do not fall in the traps of these addictions, Though I kn...

The Philosophy of Comprehensive Inclusivity

My writing style- My thought processes- Includes an inclusive comprehension and understanding from all sides, An inclusive all purpose serving framework! Converging all perspectives, rejecting none, but validating and linking to all of it, Resulting into nothing but ambiguity! And, what do I give birth?! Another 'philosophy of ambiguity '! And, leaving the rest on divine, Cause, actually he knows the best. Allahul Alim. The more I try to figure out, I get to know nothing, The more I try to know, I come to the conclusion that I know nothing. ©® Farheen Bhuiyan Nancy Time Frame: 4.09 pm, Mirpur Cantonment. Note: Poet Farheen's writing and thinking style in her own way, own way of speculating, own language and terminology in her own style. I think I have figured out how I think. What I write, A good teacher can explain the same topic with various examples, a good poet can write on the same themes in multiple ways, usin...

Children

Since, I don't have a child, I need to rectify myself in ways that earlier I couldn’t, I need to heal the inner child before I could bring forth another in this realm, Because, It's always the ones who do mistakes- brings upon lessons for their child to learn in this world ; Captivated with generations of burdens- For the child to face! Since, I am childless, I need to become the purified version of an image that I would want to see in my children. Because, It's always the longings and hopes of parents as projections on their child- That they couldn’t become- They impose on them! I don't want to alter anyone, Or, desire- Instead, I want to become! In the process of 'becoming' that I would love to see in another! ©® Farheen Bhuiyan Nancy Time Frame: 3.50 pm, Mirpur Cantonment.

Genuine But Beguile