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  Archive  When I didn’t take love seriously,  Love took me seriously, and when I took love seriously,  Love was lost apparently, In doomsday, In the heavens, and in paradise! Stored in archives, Love does appear and reappear recurrently, sometimes in the form of memories, Sometimes in the form of rejuvenating allures, In recapitulation of joys and agonies,  We remember the most joyous ones! That's what is so prestigious held back in the archives of songs and melodies! We go again and again to the refreshing memories- as if it was yesterday or a moment ago!  What a sweet message a lover can write on a short notice- A decade has been passed away-  Still, I remember you! ©® Farheen Nancy 

Amidst the crowd of half-lovers,  How to remain genuine? Amidst the preachers of liquid love, How to solidify it? Amidst the folks of explorers, How to be committed to one? Amidst the chaos and transcendental situations, How to mitigate the risk of not losing life for solely love's sake? Amidst the epiphany of storms and wonders, Ephemeral love stays in minds and hearts, How to conquer those battles that are playing continuously in your lover's mind? How to be the one when you can't get the one for yourself once? They say love is always self-less, No, it is a shattered truth! Love is always fragmented and wounded, Fragments of it are sometimes true! --Farheen Nancy

Isn't it great that I am accusing modernity for your infidelity? Isn't it delusional to believe it? Blame chaos, economy, and society, class struggles,  Structure and environment for the lack of your ethics and integrity? Isn't it a consolation? Trying to understand you, Reasoning your actions, Looking beyond your unsaid words, Holding your childhood, and past traumas accountable, But, wasn't it your responsibility to be sane? To be responsible and act wise? No human is so individualistic that he doesn't understand his actions. Destiny or narcissistic demeanor, whatever it was, Everybody has a choice and you had yours, Nobody changes for the sake of others, Nobody wants to deprive themselves of their comforts, So, why act as a union when it is meant to leave you broken? Love is a myth, We should rename it with companionship,  A partnership that is perpetuated for self-interests,  Based on calculations, They say that it is the magical work of the heart, But, hey, the...

 They say you don't get love when you can't be vulnerable anymore, But, I say, why don't you try to remove the exterior? If not contemplated with patience in an accurate ambiance, What's the purpose? No great love can occur suddenly, It takes an opportunity to explore a love that's so hardcore! If not right context and situation,  Two right people can't unite, If the context is stimulated and provided with chances, Game-changing effects do rise, Two wrong people then collide into each other's arms, Who were destined to be buried alive! You don't get love when you can't express yourself anymore, Not even from your pets! You can't be adored if you are unable to show your vulnerabilities and weaknesses.! Though, it is difficult, vulnerability is a key to open new routes that you fear to take. It is hard after getting shattered into millions of pieces to love, to trust, to be able to enjoy every color ranges, But, it is quite impossible when you don...

 Gracia for making me anti-social, Now I fear to socialize, What if they can see me? What if they can hear my crowded voice? What if they know me? Who am I! Who I was to you, What if they come to know the equations between you and me, We were so much in love, Lost myself to you back then and now lost you to find me back! Such a reverse story, Yet I am writing it! Maybe, I want to let go by letting people in, Letting them see, Letting them hear, What you were to me! Let the heart not bear the pain alone,  Let the darkness not survive for too long! Thanks for making me so socially active but at the core an anti-social being, Now I talk to people with no inertia- I know each of them will wane with the flowing wind, Days will be forgotten so will the foregone memories! -Farheen Bhuiyan Nancy

  Too quick to bond, too quick to wane away, Too quick to grab,too quick to lose, Binded in a love bondage, forever you are in debt, Karmic in nature- whatever you give comes in the way, Blinded by love bondage, condemned for eternity,  No love speaks volume of truth, For too daring is to love someone profane. Mirage is an image,  Formed in angles,  Miracle is a wonder,  Sometimes life does take turns, Tied to a love bondage,  Those who falls victim to it, Never loosens  up the grip, For they fear to live free and fall again in love, For they are scared to death to remove those scars!  ©® Farheen Bhuiyan Nancy 

  Love may occur in the form of revelation, reformation or revolution,  Revelation- when your weakness is bared open, Reformation-when your mistakes need to be repaired,  Revolution -when you can't adjust anymore with your adversaries,  When you come to know about all of your deprivations,  Love occurs at two times - at your best and worst times,  Love also disappears at two times -at your worst and best times,  Love remains till the mid- era like a mediaeval period,  There is no future, there is no ancient history,  There is only countless present involved in making memories- Uh, what a ruthless fact depicting epic stories!  ©® Farheen Bhuiyan Nancy 

  Celebrating 'no celebration'  Today I am so happy but I've none to celebrate with,  No kiths, no Kin, No lovers, no friends, no foes,  No roots, nothing!  Today I am so proud,  I want to applaud and say loud all about my deeds, But, I've none to show my accomplishments,  I've nobody to share my happiness with!  Today I am so scared,  Scared to death, always a rising palpitation appears,  I've none to hug tight, who'll cajole me saying,  Hey, take a nap, we'll see the rest,  You aren’t in a hurry,  The leap can be taken anytime, Just be sure you decide to have it! Today I am so tired, but I've none,  Known none till this date who'll offer me security, Who'll say me, hey, I am there when you need, You can open yourself to me! Have none with whom I can be safe and feel lovely, A lonely soul forever wandering alone is too much accustomed to celebrating 'no celebrations' at all,  Deep down in heart she knows nothing...

  Eliot once asked, why do you love your freedom so much? Why do we as a species always wish for liberation?  Pondering upon the pupil's great philosophical endeavors,  I estimated that the will of freedom is something we wish for inherently forever, Because we want to adopt strategies that would content our higher selves,  To win in the race of contrasting interests- self-interests and interests of others, To deal with the life's emergent needs, We want to gradually shift towards the upper ladder- in a happier position, For better life conditions,  That's why we seek liberation, Liberation from adversity and conflicts, Liberation from sorrows and desperation,  Liberation from unfulfilled wishes and malignant intentions, Liberation from sick competitions and unhealthy conversations, Liberation from the control and backlashes that prevent our inner growth and happiness, But, then, why do we conform? Are we the conformists and do not intend to protest? Be the...

 Eliot says, I wanna save you,  But, how can you save me when you couldn’t save yourself at the first place?!  Well, you can't save some one who is already miserable. This world, here this very known society has made you, me, us so miserable,  That, we can't be saved anymore,  We can't express!  You have to become socially desirable so shall you act dumb amongst the dumbest,  But, the desire is to act dumb, not becoming one,  The romans used to say, be like the romans when you are in rome,  And, there is always a Nero who doesn’t give a shit to all the burnt fouls,  You can't be the authentic, the original,  They don't like you for your very reason!  And, see Eliot, I also don't want you to see the real me, know me, comprehend me deeply,  Because, the last thing, I want to see in your eyes would be pure jealousy,  If you come closer, you will love me less, be jealous more,  If you understand me, you will sympathi...

  Your immoral love makes me immortal,  That's how I feel when I am around you and that's the way I like it,  See Eliot, Love is always selfish,  We love ourselves so much that we fall into love of others, when they love our very authentic selves!  It's like reflecting in the mirror- liking the same image!  I like the image you show me,  The curves that bends over when you are near, The stains that you put on me- let it be engraved,  Imprints of your fingertips- speaks a volume,  Like a melody ringing in my mind when you aren’t close!  Immoral or immortal,  A man's love is always corrupted,  And, we desire corruption,  The 'Loot' you bring upon the ancestral divine, We love to get robbed because we are so tired of protecting it!  Locked in a treasury inside the devious lands- We disdain, loath to fathom,  And, then like a 'Pirate' you come to steal us,  Steal our bodies and minds, Our hearts and emotions tha...

  Tale of a prophet & a saint You are a prophet, I am a saint,  You can be a religion, I am a sect,  If you are a prophet of transformation,  A secluded saint I remain!  So, feign- fragile and selfish,  Lost into her own worlds,  Worshipping for herself,  Whereas you are spreading like a religion- town to towns, city to cities, mind to minds...  That's how you connect!  And, like a bifurcated river- I remain dissected!  Confused into my conflicted situation -always in a dilemma-what's right and what's wrong,  I swing somewhere in between!  Whereas, you are so unbiased,   Like a ocean you sway,  Touching all the seashores but never holding a grain!  Vacuum is a heart that is affected by prejudice,  You think beyond right and wrong,  That so make you much humane!  A heart that judges can't love,  Judgments occupies the space- So there can't be any growth,  But, like a mystique...

Preserved Happiness  Happiness should be kept hidden,  As now, you know it's so eminent,  Precious and hardly found,  Amidst all the riddled ridden, Happiness should be preserved,  So only you can have a glimpse of it when tired,  Strolling around the alleys in the windy weather, Reminds you how chaos free, independent you became! A wanderer walking around the untamed paths in the moonlit nights, You carry a heart filled with love and care reserved inside,  Where lust is lost lately in the epiphany of evaluation, Evolution -it had been always determined!  So, the adaptability in you!  You have to become happy as there is no way around,  You keep your sadness away from the mundane life,  Hidden even from own shadow!  Performing in the front stage, Nobody knows what it had been in the back yards,  Nobody will attempt to know,  Not even you for a single second! ©® Farheen Bhuiyan Nancy