Ringing bell or Mount Everest?!

I feel numb, my eyes get wet-

I feel drenched in the agonies of ringing bells- 

Tinggggggggggggggggggggggggg-----gggggggggg

The flashbacks! 

Hits hard!

And, crashes! 

I feel numb, 

My heart aches in pain, 

In a blink of eye-

Binggggggggggggggggggggggg----------gggggggggg,

Eerily and thoroughly familiar! 

I know her, 

I know him, 

I remember them-

Those who sent me offshore-

Offshoot defenceless! 

For no offence-

That, I commit, 

For no reasons-

I lost my essence! 

Aura?! 

Lost in another blink,

Tinggggggggggggg-gggggggggggggggg, 

Another sigh,

Another cry, 

My heart aches in pain, 

In vague- 

In vain, 

In vein runs the blood stream haunted-

In vain, 

In hurry, 

To burry-

The funeral-

Of self! 

Blink!

Another flashback -

I remember her-

I remember him-

I remember them-

My eyes are wet-

For the bullies, 

The atrocities in the unknown city-

I hear headlights and see the neon lights with wet eyes, 

My body soaked-

Soaked in ruby sweats, 

My voice trembling -

My feet aching-

Heavy and bleeding bad holding my breath,

For a moment, another flashback-

Hits so hard-

Bingggggggggggg-gggggggggggggggg

Hushhh Hush Hushhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Another fall of moment! 

I heard another ringing bell!

Sovereign yet so heart wrenching,

Remains my eyes awakened-

Stays wide opened all night, 

A bright owl stares at me-

As if he was a star, 

An olive tree tilts and bows to me-

As if I need his shelter!

A lucid dream walks in-

Shadowy! 

A shadow crawls back-

From the cracked window-

He thought I am an unworthy widow-

Hidden in the meadow of grief!

A brief history tailored-

I am the story etched into each travellers heart-

They want to draw me as if I were Da Vinci's muse- a melting mallow!

Painted and tinted,

Stained and splinted,

Drained and drawn,

Drowned and dwarfed, 

But, adorned and not to be swallowed! 

Priced but not to be owned, 

Disowned but not to be lost, 

Lost but not be carried, 

Cradled but not be buried, 

Buried but not be hidden, 

Hidden but not to be unknown, 

Unknown but not to be unseen,

Unseen but not to be unheard of, 

Unheard of but not to be touched, 

Untouched but not to be overlooked, 

Overlooked but to be felt, 

Felt but not be chosen, 

Chosen but not be transient, 

Transient but not to be transparent, 

Transparent but not to be trampled,

Trampled but not to be forgotten, 

For she was meant to rise and she will rise again and again each time after she falls,

Like mount Everest- her pinnacle stands tall-

Though not always crystal clear, 

Sometimes foggy and shrouded in clouds, 

Not seen and vague-

But, it stays!

The altitude speaks volumes of its attitude! 

And, they say-

She bargains a lot!

Announced in the city-

In the small towns-

She remembers all!

Murmuring sounds of dried leaves moving backwards in the backyards-

As if those watershed can wash away their sins-

Those once bloomed in monsoon, 

Cracked the cocoon, 

To find a dried zealot- Born,Torn, sworn, and blown!

©® Farheen Bhuiyan Nancy 

Time Frame: 6.51 pm, MIST, Mirpur Cantonment, Dhaka-1216.