Definitely Incomplete



 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 bits of rejections, 

The pain is itched in my soul now, and I can't breath, 

I can feel every pain, and here I remain, 

Standing incomplete.

Incompletion attracts me now-

As I could never complete anything. 

And, everyday I say to myself amidst all the chaos and dis-orientations,

This shall too pass! 

This shall will be in the past!

The heavy feelings, drowsy days, 

These shall too pass! 

These shall too pass!

Every story I hear is about survival but not of living, 

I am forced to play these stories inside my head on and on like a series,

Season one, two and three but with a neverending show and premises, 

I keep on saying to me-

Consoling: Everything shall pass! 

I shall too pass one day!

Drowned in my woes and agonies-

I feel drowsy whole day! 

Still, I believe one day it'll be all over and I will find my way!

Find my way back to home,

The home will be me: completed and a happy soul.


©® Farheen Bhuiyan Nancy 

Time Frame: 3.11 pm, Mirpur Cantonment.

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