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  In the eyes of the beholder, dried flowers are beautiful—Their colors muted, Their edges curled like whispered secrets. Fresh flowers shout for attention, Bold in their blush, Tempting every glance with fleeting sweetness. The opportunists reach for them, Hands quick to scratch, hearts unsteady, Dazzled by perfume and flash. But the connoisseurs linger— they see the poetry in fading, The strength in stems that have endured timestamps, storms and rhythms of life. The wisdom written in petals turned bronze and gold. They know that true beauty does not need applause, That elegance grows with patience, That composure is found in subtle decay. While fresh blooms bow to the sun, Dried flowers hold the moon, Quietly sovereign, Speaking only to those who can listen, Revealing a taste refined, A love that does not chase, But understands. The connoisseur knows the art of love,  She doesn’t seek obedience.  What she seeks is valuation in a dignified bound....  She values what...

After losing you, I learned how silence can grow teeth— How it can bite through a childhood and leave no visible wound. After losing you, The house became a hallway of echoes, Your voice folded into absence, A door that never opened again. A mug of coffee half sipped,  An envelop of tender letters unzipped,  Codes of silent words undrafted,  Poems of regrets unwritten, A silhouette kept unwoven,  A heart left ingrafted,  An iceberg remains on top of the mountain intact - unaffected.  And, here you invaded in my life like an infection.... Lost in spiral of detachment and affection. After losing you, Love arrived like a promise and left like a lesson— Too quickly, too quietly, Taking parts of me I didn’t yet know how to name. And there were other losses No one writes elegies for— The body no longer mine in the way it once was, Trust slipping like water through unready hands, A girlhood interrupted mid-sentence. I grew into a control freak now.... Trying ...

A decade went lamenting for you, A decade spent ranting about you, A series of decade has gone by blaming you.  Now I look inwards,  After three century living all by myself- self partnered,  I have learnt that you are not to be accused of not me loving myself enough. It was because I didn’t accept myself and my surrounding could you make me feel the dearth of dignity...... Now the wings of serenity wraps around me. Because, this time I know nobody can make me feel that way anymore- vulnerable, helpless, alone despite having it all.  This time I know It's not my lack of possessions but lack of your integrity and lack of my dignity that we were binded together for so long.... Now I have chosen myself.... My dignity uproars at the city halls... It was never a war of belonging...  It is a war of dignity and still after  thousands of decades I will chose dignity over compromising.  Because, you have taught me well, that I can live without you even outgrew ...

 Why women day's  color a violet?  A symbol of violet flowers on rough terrains,  A symbol of violet on violent phase,  A symbol of chastity without proving any shit or laying evidence,  Who tells a man to prove his honor and worth?! Even women's beauty is also capitalized that captures you the most,  You only know to captivate whatever captures your attention,  You only know to devour in the name of extravagance and consumerism,  But, why not a different socialization ? Why not you learn something different?  There should be more feminist among men and less patriarchs in women, There shall be practice of acceptance and a preach of wisdom, that men and women have various roles to carry but none shall be given authority over another, None shall be advocating to be a domineer, Women are not subjects to rule,  Women are not objects to consume,  Women are not a aspect to use,  Women are not subjugated to any convent or club,...

 One soul mourning for two—the one who loved her, And the one whom she has loved. All of them ended with a tragic trajectory where ends meet nowhere. They might meet in a river where there were no banks, But only the sediments of memory of each getting wronged. I think lovers don't really miss each other completely. Perhaps, partly, they miss the establishment that gave them comfort, validation, and shared ownership of joy and belongingness. But do they ever belong to each other? Or, is it just for the sake of the establishment that they cling to each other? The establishment that labels neediness as love?! Perhaps! Well, who dissects love in such a critical manner? Only a fool who lost in the paradox of love tries to solve a puzzle she was never meant to solve anyways! ©® Farheen Akter Bhuian Nancy  Time Frame: 6.46 am, Tagar, MIST

 Brick by brick I have built myself, Picked from the abyss— dust still clinging to my ribs, History still trembling in my wrists. Inconveniently and incomprehensibly irreplaceable - I am. I am therefore, I think.  No architect curved this heart, No tender hand measured the fractures. I gathered ruins in silence, Stacked them against the grind, Called it a wrestle. In the wrestling of hearts I lost parts of me,  Parts of my life in insignificant matters. What mattered once doesn’t matter anymore. They said collapse is feminine— Soft, inevitable, vocal. But I learned the discourse of debris. I learned how to make a spine out of broken evenings. If you sit all alone in that prayer mat, You begin to swallow your own endurance. Salt becomes memory. Tears becomes testimony. Hunger for a connection becomes a private revolution or perhaps, A silent call for evolution.  Transforming the previous self that used to destruct every connection.  You are a havoc,  A galva...

 The problem is I loved people,  But, people loved the idea of me being lonely,  People stays for their convenience not love,  That's why you want to be their necessity,  But, again, when you feel needed, you understand their greed and neediness,  That's what make you distant,  Distant of all the actants!  I am most scared of love,  Even, God's love is controlling too! ©® Farheen Akter Bhuian Nancy  Time Frame: 3rd November, 2024, Rokeya Hall, DU

  Never have I seen any eyes so beautiful,  The eyes that reflected pain- Pain of losing someone close,  Yet, uttering- damn! I don't care!  Never have I heard words so beautiful- That says, you took a part of me with you,  That's never meant to be repaired!  What is that stopping you from trying again?!  It's the fear!  Fear of becoming vulnerable, then broken- Fear of attachments that are destined to wane, Washing away your sane- You crumble like sand- In the hands of the favourites, Well, there's no pure soul-  That can love beyond the oceans,  Beyond the seasons, in every greys!  Even the nature changes it course,  Even the contexts changes,  Words loses its meanings,  Attachments loses It's grip, So does your intentions,  Whatever fills you with joy,  Voids you from the core,  Once emptied- love can't be recycled!  ©® Farheen Bhuiyan Nancy Time Frame: 2023, DU

  Everytime I give someone place above me, I get hit bad,  Everytime I show utter obedience,  In return, I only get set-backs,  Each time I try to trust someone blindly,  I get betrayed and taken advantage of,  Everytime I hope for some care,  Some importance,  Sidelined, I remain! Expecting from wrong people and contexts is at fault,  Choosing wisely is the cure though,  Resurrection is possible- but how many times ? I am tired playing a pheonix role,  Rising from the ashes always from time to time. Born to be a 'Phoenix' but now I am tired, I need some love, some care! ©® Farheen Bhuiyan Nancy 2023, DU

It was that, I didn’t need you in any case,  Still, I attached my strings with you,  It is that, I don't need any kinds of attention or validation from you, I am fine on my own,  Not even needing any gentle smooches from you!  It was that, I could love you without you being present from a distance,  I could love you in my imagination—build your character appealing to delude my mind,  It was that I made hypotheses and assumptions.  That you are not evil, you are not bad, I ignored the facts. I just kept pacifying myself, leaving me unsatisfied behind.  It was that, I never cared for myself,  I always thought about you,  It was that, I so unloved myself that all the love was left I gave it only to you!  I gave so much until the breaking point emerged- I gave so much that it crossed the limits and showed me the threat-that It's time now to love myself, to think about my god damn own self, I had to unlearn to love you,  I had to pr...

Ardelia once said,  "Don't, seduce me,  The abused ones don’t get seduced easily! Don't try to manipulate me,  Broken people never mends their hearts, They don't  trust and gives in so hastily!"  With a heavy pounded heart,  My roses fell upon the ground,  Seasons changed, petals dried,  But, the bliss of love never occurred!  Ardelia was hopeless in love, so was my wait! She never believed in love and I never got the chance to show her the world that she deserved! ©® Farheen Bhuiyan Nancy Time Frame: 2023, Rokeya Hall, DU

  Yes, it is true; you were a part of my life And I grieve for you.  If a part of life had to be abandoned and shredded off,  It is a reminder that it was a fair share of life, so valuable!  Yes, I grieve for you, but I can't think about going into the same pain, same hell, you put me through.  I can't think of a reconciliation, as every time it causes an annihilation.  Destruction of me and there has been no cure!  You were a necessary evil.  I bait my heart at the wrong queue.  Yes, I am at fault.  Because I fell into the lure of devils,  To fall in love was my fault!  A crime that can't be rewound,  A sin that can't be erased,  A vice that has only swirls and turns,  A fault that has only punishment with no redemption!  Forever, chained with the stain!  I see no bail, no assurance!  ©® Farheen Bhuiyan Nancy July, 2023,...

Who told you that I want to live my own life and leave you? Who told you that I want to separate myself in the blink of an eye and go to opposite bays surrounded by solitude? I always wanted to build a home with you.  But you never meant to be!  You couldn’t be my home.  You couldn’t ensure my safety and sanity!  My home became a jail with you.  My mind became a slave.  My life is entangled with your melodramas.  My reliance became pawned.  I had to lose you to find me.  I had to leave you in search of myself!  I wish you could think of being a part of mine.  But, no, you wanted to assimilate and  Dissolve me into your impurities.  Forgetting that I am ever divine,  Not made for shiny pearls, so clandestine.  But I could become your tangy clementine.  Sour but sweet,  You sucked all the goodness inside of me.  Whatever's left, I don't want to share it anymore.  Every time I share my kindness w...

I am unhappy because I've compared myself with a happier person than me today, I will be happy tomorrow if I compare myself with  less fortunate people; measuring my rate of success parallel with their motion and gains,  Relativity in all forms cause agony today or later,  Instead, I should compare my state with my very own essence- what shall and what I ought to become!  But, what if my potential was never meant to reach the destination?  What if the situation and context never changed-  I am the same from where I begun?!  I understood now that we fight relatively every now and then, only to change the circumstances that circumscribes our enormous dreams and potential,  Inner calling- whatever we call it,  We love what fulfills our desire,  Desires shape our action, so does the future! People varies only in terms of desires to desire!  ©® Farheen Akter Bhuian Nancy July, 2023

If rationality sways away all the sensuality;  Replaces emotionality with reality,  Then, there is no scope of hurting,  No place for grievances and no place for feelings, It's always the logic-that speaks the volume,  But, what to do with the tears that flows? What to do with the anger that runs through the vein? What to do with the agony that is created from helplessness?!  True! Emotions can't be replaced or suppressed,  Though, intellectuals always have had and will continue having a love-hate relationship with sensuality, as they struggle between what to validate!  ©® Farheen Akter Bhuian Nancy Circa: 2023, Rokeya Hall, DU

Loneliest in the crowd,  Saddest amongst the happiest,  Complicated but not fabricated,  Authentic but appear to be mingled, Yet, sometimes you acknowledge me as strong,  You see me as brave,  You look upon the brightest smile I give upon you,  But, never trying to interpret the backstage,  The behind scenes,  The sleepless diluted nights,  The agony in my shivering voice,  The pain in my eyes,  No, you only look into my strength,  You wanna see my stoic appearance,  But, never want to measure my depth,  As, I am looking validation in a wrong place, How can you understand me when you don't have any depth?!  Pretended to be deep but shallow as a hollowed snail, a thug you were!  ©® Farheen Akter Bhuian Nancy Circa: 2023, Rokeya Hall, DU

I wanted you to understand me,  and, guess what,  You understood that you can play along with me! But, not for too long!  Ardelia said, "Don't trust anyone’s decency,  Its almost fake,  Its not always about you but entirely about them! Never show your truer self to others,  People wait to strike you at your lowest,  They try to read you,  So that they can turn over the page, They want to write your story, build your characters, Don't forget that you are the sole author of your book, the layman of the layout,  Never tell your part of story for cheaper interpretations,  They want to triumph you as it satiates their desire, Faking out to fake people for fake reasons in this fake world is the ultimate agony for an authentic soul in the sedimentary  repercussions,  We give a fake smile with fake gestures,  Are there any feelings truer?!  No, Jonas, you are wrong, There ain't any!  You are a machine, robotic,  All...

You are an embarrassment to me that I want to hide,  You are an annoyance to me that I don't want to embrace!  You were a 'Headache' that I wanted to get rid off, You were a monotony thay I wanted to cut down.  You were a pain in **, I just wanted to shake you off, You were a laughing stock, whom I took lightly for all it was a trapping situation.  You thought you can compel me!!? Do whatever you want to do with me?!  See me acing now,  I am a rider, an escalator and you are the stairs, Lower your expectations now.  High hopes are gone long ago,  You should have kept your gaze down,  You thought I was a victory, But, to you, I am a drought.  See me now, how I take revenge, You were in my plot,  See me, how I move on,  How in the blinks of eyes I can forget you,  Replace you with my higher unity,  The girl who was locked up is obsessed with freedom now.  ©® Farheen Akter Bhuian Nancy Circa: 2023, Rokeya Hall, DU

Dripping it in a form of dew,  Oh, I was a dew-clad,  Dripping it as a sea drop.  Foams forming in a shade,  I was so glad.  My wait was over, but in vain.  A blood clot in my vein screams your name.  I was totally insane!  Keeping aside the logistics of logic,  And, calculation of rationals,  I gave in to sentiments, thinking you were the one. Taking a leap of faith, is it fair?!  Sometimes brevity and bravery are caused by naivety of innocuous innocence,  I was innocent when I fell under your seductive spell. I was foolish to succumb to your manipulated game.  But, in the end, you lost the pendant; it was evident! I came out with a victory, healed on this journey.  A bunch of learned lessons is available.  Dripping over my face from the mountain-cloud,  Your taunts were loud enough to break my doubt.  Without giving a second thought, I had to leave you.  A thought I gave pause to many, many times...