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  Women, where shall you walk on this earth?!  You are walking on the egg shells,  The women you talk are the carriers of mysogynist mentality- supporting those foxes, The men you talk are ready to eat you,  Chew your bones, cook your soul and serve the broth to his other fellow brothers and foxes, Women, whom will you love?!  These are the veiled foxes, They hate your being, your essence,  But, still binds you with them for their own foul dispositions,  They never learned how to talk or treat women!  Most importantly they never learned how to live with women!  Women you become their weapon,  The weapon they use for their predominance, These are not men, these are mysogynists lingering everywhere to stir your clear vision, To put hurdles on your way, and to chain you in manifold ways that once were your desires,  Desire to build a family, Desire to love and to be loved, A self-aware truly educated man trained in feminism, developmen...

  One thing for sure,  People are not alone anymore,  They have many things to do,  Many things to learn,  All because It's free and flexible to do,  Is this a form of narcisism? Or an extreme expression of self-love?!  Why are people forced to be their own and abhor to be pretentious?!  Is it the the extremist length of control? You as a human can not control another human- not always,  You as a human can not control the fate or any other external forces,  You can only master yourself, and mastering oneself can only be done with 'Cyborgs',  You become self-sufficient only when you are technologically enriched,  And, You master the world when you can master your self, 'AI', 'Chat-gpt, 'Cyborgs', 'machine learning','youtubing','coding, 'hacking', 'Designing', 'Writing', 'Vlogging', social media, series becomes your new love and obsession,  Where you can spend entire days and hours without interacting wit...

  We are now trapped in the waves of 'Cyber-Colonialism',  The watchdogs are watching us,  We are under the 'Juju' of the 'Reikies' consuming us,  Yes, indeed, we are also consuming what they are feeding us,  The unseen wires have draped us, We can't utter a word against them,  We are monitored,  We can't spread  dictation as the dictators are dictating us- through cyber binoculars,  Where they can prevent any portrayals different from them,  Where they pick their secret 'bot armies' and influencers handing over fame,  Only for them to be the handlers of the fate, Fate of mass people,  People who will believe what they say,  People who will do what they inspire them to do -whatever they have conspired in the closed doors, People will rise, People will die, People will loose hope, People will flee, People will gather,  People will be displaced, People will be lost, People will be punished for speaking their truth!...

  I thought you loved me, But, I was just your another expedition,  You held me like a colony of an empire,  And, took me for granted, denied my freedom,  Captured me in the illusion of love which was a cage, Captivated me there,  So, I became rebellious,  I declared my independence,  I broke free from the interventions, You acted like an imperialist,  So, I broke the establishment, cut all ties just to be 'me'!  In the imperialism of love and confluence, There was only delusion that needed to be dissolved,  Love had been displaced, Hate took in charge,  The capital of affection was eroded with the 'Trojan Horse'- that was your ego, And, the currency of love lost its spark,  It spoke no language of love instead it stole- It stole me from myself, My beliefs, culture, and wisdom, It stole my identity,  And, made me a diaspora in my own land,  Migration was evident as you became my foe, The alliance broke,  You were...

 Modern relationships can be called convenient relationship type, as all relationships including the blood relations, friendships or any other forms of alliances, let alone not forget professional ties too are bonded according to convenience.  ©® Farheen

 You are the pearl washed ashore, Ready to open now, You are at the age,  Where your rage race, It's your page,  Write down your story without any tame!  ©® Farheen

 I don't like interacting with people,  As I don't like what they make me look like and how they shape me in their mental frame,  Later how they portray me in their gossip circle. I don't like interacting with people who themselves are shallow, As they can make me acting like them,  Some people will always bring you down to their level- If you are too much involved, I don't like the way I have to brag of every lil things to them,  I don't like me either when I am around with them!  I wish there was no reason to interact with unaware peoples, I wish I could stay secluded from all those obscenity,  It's insane!  But, there is no way around,  As love it or hate it,  I have to deal with people I don't like, I wonder why- the more I age the more I dislike people, And, the circle of closer people is getting smaller day by day-And, oh damn! I like to live with myself alone,  As then I don't have to pretend who I am in every scenarios,...

  If I can let go of my true love then who are you for whom I will lower my standards?!  If I can let go of the lover I loved in my teenage,  Who are you coming forth in the dawn only to put chains and strains in my journey of self-discovery , Only to leave your filthy stain in my psyche,  Casualties was never meant for me,  As I long for deep connections,  Those that will inspire me, and make me free of guilt, remorse or any negativities,  I have fought with inner demons outwardly in many many a numbers- I have defeated the hunger of comfort in colorful pretence and lies,  I have seen true colors of people,  So if only you are true to yourself and have a beautiful mind, you are welcome in my shrine,  So if only you have purest intentions and a sound understanding, I would welcome a collaboration rather than annihilation, Sometimes you can not bind everyone with your presence, but can do it with your spoken words, aura and actions, ...

  There is something beautiful about strong people, Something extraordinary in those ordinary ones,  The calm ones- those who absorbs everything like a root, They are both inwardly and outwardly beautiful,  When life throws them tantrums they can seduce it too with their bold words and actions, pure intentions,  There is something beautiful about them,  Beauty in their resilience and beliefs- after what they have gone through nothing can crush them,  They have outgrown the need of approvals and fake validations, pretence of comfort and connection, Something is very soothing about them-  After all the storms and blues- they still fiercely can love and protect their values, Stand for those whom they love and care for,  Isn't it lucky to be in their good books?!  They would stand for you when no one else will,  They would believe in you when no one does,  They will encourage you when worries would engulf you, Lighten up you in your dar...

Oh, the superficial moon,  Why do you need me to expose all those buried  feelings?   Feelings which I cemented in my hearts a decade ago, but, moved on like nothing happened,  Aced in life in such a way as if nothing mattered,  Oh, the mighty yet shallow moon,  Why do you need to provoke me in the long walkaways, alleys by riverine borders where I accidentally stumbled upon a widowed jasmine which was yet to bloom?! I have no complaints against you,  These feelings needed an exit, to be exerted out, Thwarted towards the wind,  Strung from the underground had to come on the surface, These long riddles of mysteries that I skillfully avoided, the mask from the narratives which I carefully laid over had to be removed,  So, that I can feel you,  Understand how much I loved you,  In the loss and agony,  Still I remember those sunsets I watched with you.  In your arms was my abode, long ago vacated,  In your eyes lived...

 I was an ancient archive filled with beauty and mystery, Which of the remnants will you find of that within me? Yes, love was there at its best like the finest wine, More tastier and valuable when aged but kept hidden under the cave, Yes, that love is lost but never forgotten, Left its stain- never to be faded away,  A permanent ink,  Love was there in the waves of the seashore,  But, just like tides and ebb can't flow together, That love couldn't mingle at the summit,  Love was there in the silent springs,  You said you melted like a candle in my love,  I said, you can melt but don't fade away,  Be a blooming flower in my love but don't flatter around like a bee, Lit like a candle but never evaporate,  Love me like your favorite song, Listen to its rhythm on the loop but hide it, I know I am close to your heart but you must stay distant, Because once two lovers are lost in the storm then no spring can unite them until its time,  The ti...

 Love was there in the beams of the sea shore,  Love was there in the silent spring,  You said you melted like a candle in my love,  I said, melt but don't fade away,  Bloom like a flower but never be a bumble bee, মোম হয়েই থেকো, কিন্তু বাষ্প হইও না, ফুল হয়েই থাকো, ভ্রমর হইও না! উর্বর জমিনে আমার লোভ.....বারমাসি ফসল হবে যেখানে, আফসোস! লোভই করল সবাই, বাগান ভেবে যত্ন নিল না... থাক উদ্দাম ঘোড়া লাগাম দিয়ে রাখতে হয়, নাহয় যত বেগে ছুটবে ঠিক ততবেশিই আঘাত পাবে। সওয়ারি ও ঘোড়া উভয়ই। ছোঁবল খেয়ে নীল হয়ে যাবা কি?! লালও হতে পারি.... ভয় পাওয়া ভাল,  ভয় পেলে টিকে থাকে সবকিছু। আমাকে গড়ে নাও নিজের মত করে... হুশিয়ার, এরপরে না যাইতে পারবা সামনে না পেছনে, থাকতে হবে সঙ্গে সঙ্গে

 পুরোনো  মানুষ।  নতুন মানুষ আর কি খুঁজব,  পুরোনোরাই শ্রেয়,  অন্তত, পুরোনোদের সামনে নিজেকে  নতুন করে মেলে ধরতে হয় না।  পুরোনো রাস্তা, ক্যাফেটেরিয়া, পুরোনো বইয়ের গন্ধ,  গলে যাওয়া মোমের শিহরণ, গোলাপ কুড়িকে স্বাগত জানাই,  অন্তত, তারা আমাকে চিনে,  চিনে আমার স্বত্তার নির্যাস,  ঢেকে রাখা স্বতন্ত্রতার আবরণ,  অত্যন্ত সযত্নে লুকিয়ে রাখা গোপনীয়তা- নিজস্বতার খোলস, পুরোনো ঘ্রাণ- তারা চিনে,  এসময়ে ঠিক এখন মনে রাখা যখন বারণ, হারিয়ে যাওয়া বসন্ত, পড়ন্ত দুপুরের একটি গাঙচিল চিনেছিল আমার এই অশান্ত মন।  তার সামনেই তুলে ধরা যায় এই নতুন আমিকে, এই আমাকে- যাকে গড়েছি ঝড়ের পর কোনো এক সতেজ প্রহরে, পুরোনো মানুষ-ঠিক তাদের সামনেই মেলে ধরা যায় নিজেকে নিজের মতন। বলা যায়- দেখ কতটা পরিবর্তন,  ঝড়ের পরে নতুন শহরের গড়ন, দেখ- কতটা পরিবর্তন,  নিজের মত করে নিজের শহরকে গড়ে নিলাম,  করলাম চিত্রাংকন,  শহরের সব দেয়ালিকায় লিখলাম খৈয়ামের কবিতা! আর বললাম নিজের কথন। অথচ, বলতে পারলাম না কিছুই- শব্দেরা করে নি:শব্দে বুনন, নিরবতারও বুঝি একধরনের নি:সঙ্...