Writer's own thoughts!

  A softness enters in my soul like sparkling lights entering through thick curtains,  Bringing warmth where once cold logics used to reign,  The urge of control fades,  Replaced with connection, Longing for a deep soul entrenching authentic one,  The genuine rays of sun beaming through my existence. I want someone to drop my armor,  I am exhausted of fighting alone,  Drop my defence and calm me,  Sooth me,  And, make me his valuable possession!  Not a puppet but adorable puppy,  Not a concubine but a queen,  Not a slave but a rider,  A partner in crime and heavenly goodness,  Nourish my thirsty soul with your authenticity,  Where will I find the rarest of all?! The kindest of all? And, the bravest?! I want to see your vulnerability,  I want to know you and touch your scars before you touching mine. I want to explore your subconscious,  Unconscious, id, ego, super-ego, Know all of your different forms o...

They say skin remembers, even the quietest devotion. Fingertips writing slow histories on soft constellations of the chest - One kiss, a vow; One breath folding under the shallop - An entire Universe collapsing,  Slow and rushed adrenaline - Breaths merging together- witness is the flow. I wonder, Is the darkening of skin, the blush on the cheeks, the tan on the lips just biology? Evolution?! Or psychic ability?!  Two spirits collapsing,  Merging into one, Is this alchemy? Or spirituality?!  Or, magic?! Cupid call my name when you blow,  Do not rush,  Call my name slowly and magically under my ears,  So that I can smell your fragrance,  Preserve your love bites.  Oh c'mn, babe isn’t it steamy and flowy and airy, nah?! Come to me, Closer until there ain't any space to breath,  Come to me- Closer,  I'll show you what I've got and what you wanna see!  Let me show you a path you have never seen,  The power of my subconscious,...

You need to cherish each day. Life is short, be happy. Keep your surroundings happy. Be optimistic. Be hopeful. Be cheerful for yourself and others. Everyday I choose to be happy amidst all the chaos, I choose it consciously, subconsciously and rationally. I brace my emotions and wear them like jewels,  Ruby grief, emerald hope, sapphire dreams, Set in the crown of my fragile existence. The pond, the vibe, the lake, old stairs, and fallen leaves. They all remind me of the seasons I have felt and left with grace. In the meanwhile, the fallen angel whispers in my ears, “Don’t fall,  Fallen leaves have no value.” But I scolded him and said, “Hey, don’t you see the beauty in the autumn?! Fallen leaves carry it.” They teach us how to let go with grace, How to descend without despair, How to nourish the soil after being forgotten. Isn’t that divine? I walk through the rustling mosaics of amber memories and see how endings paint beginnings anew. The moon glows like a secret guardian ...

Everything is in your subconscious. You subconsciously chose everything - be it person, people, situations, prospects and aspects. Your fate is subconscious.  May our hearts be always filled with love, peace and tranquillity. May the roots of love take routes of hope and sprouts in wonders. May our heart bloom in the darkest sights even in the sunny deserts it shall survive with- love, hope and kindness. May compassion and empathy grow like petals of flowers from the same pod filled with gratefulness. ©® Farheen Akter Bhuian Time Frame: 1 pm, MIST, Mirpur Cantonment. 

  Give me a love story Cupid, I'll give you a thousand pages of poems, Believe me I won't be a stupid this time babe, Handover me a home and see how I adorn  it with light, fume and fame, Pour me love and see how I fluster you with warm hugs and kisses, Vanilla chocolates, candles and balloons, I will wrape you around my bubble, Bubble of love, hope and remedy, We will recite bible of healing and alchemy, There won't be any tragedy, not anymore, Nobody will come short of love and belongingness, No one will get apart before time says we are done, I will be your ladder and happiness and fan girl, If that's what you like, I will draw your picture infinite times,  In my perfumes, paintings and poems- I will write your name with golden feathers, If that what you like, I will be anything whatever it takes to be your favourite, Be mine and let the world slide, Be mine and let the night shine, Be mine and let the wolves honk, Stop celibating and mourning- I am here- your repris...