Staple

When time dictates you to leave, 

Your things get unorganized, 

Matters unsolved, 

Your mind occupied. 

Occupied with newer things to fix and older things to sort out. 

When time dictates you to leave, 

You outgrow the need to stay,

The need to belong.

Still, you have got some connections to cherish with,

To hold close to your heart. 

Still, you have some matters to disclose.

Some matters to close for sure. 

You grow stronger with the voices in your head.

With charmers besides. 

You have known till now what belongingness means and now you are learning how to detach from where once you belonged. 

The longings become insignificant in front of your callings.

You are the chosen one,

You have disclaimers and even biggest disclosures.

You have ridden a marry-go-round circle in a hefty motion. 

No mercy, 

No merrymaking, 

No fantasies. 

Everything crushed under the heavy weight of the dead weights of detached souls, places and things. 

You move across those dead bodies.

You feed from the practice. 

It's a firm belief now. 

A culture that you breath in. 

No in-betweens.

No crossing over.

A bad whisper in your head tries to echo through the chamber of your heart where you have preserved love for the innocents crushed under the weight of unbolted unholy rock....

And, 

Splash!

Every mobster that has ever looted the spark of the innocents, 

Their arms shall be unarmed,

Their eyes blind. 

Their toes dismembered. 

Their throat cut open.

Every innocent was once a twinkling star. 

They had a tale to tell. 

They had a motif to live by. 

Now, their eyes doesn’t shine. 

They have no spark, no charm, 

They don't giggle in hopes,

They don't aspire. 

They have walked through so many crossroads unidentified. 

The monster that comes in between devours them.

They stop believing in fixings.

They are fixated on the brink of tearing seams,

On the eve of christmas, 

The last supper. 

The last survivor. 

Every stale were once a staple.

Every staple once had a cost of sharing. 

The cost of sharing oneself. 


©® Farheen Akter Bhuian Nancy 

Timestamp: 12.44 pm, Tagar






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