Writer's own thoughts!

Every human quietly shelters within themselves an ‘ideological apparatus’ of their own making— Bound inside the very ideology they construct, They remain confined— and, in turn, attempt to confine others within it too. A bewildering apparatus, indeed!

 Ariana, goes to the garden every day. He stands beneath the tallest tree. One by one, She gathers the fallen wooden white roses— those quiet, scattered blossoms. In a small fish aquarium, She keeps no fish— instead, he arranges the flowers inside. In clear water, The wooden rose   drift like swans, afloat and still. Each day, She lifts the withered flowers and tosses them into a basket beside him. Then one day, She goes again beneath that tall tree to gather flowers— and sees the yellow has faded from the roses. Their white is no longer white— it has turned red. Startled, She collects them, Places them gently into the aquarium. The next day— not a single flower has withered. The red wooden roses remain, Deep, blood-bright. She lifts one flower, brings it close to her face, and asks— “Who has killed you?” The wooden rose, Their petals trembling softly, reply— “Humans— you, and all of you.” ©® Farheen Akter Bhuian Nancy  Timestamp: Probably, 2022, Rokeya Hall, DU. Eng...

 I told you that never ask for me from me. Because, I can't be yours.  In my head,  I am occupied.  In my heart,  There is no space.  In my life,  There are ups and downs. You won't understand.  You can’t break the fences. The barriers that we build internally, The memories that we carry, The wounds that define us, How do you say to let go of them?! Obscure the pain that built you in rain?! The pain that formed me, I relish. The loss that rebuilt me, I cherish. The agony that guided me, I firmly stand on it. The woes that echo my name, I won't let them perish.  They live within me- my untold sufferings!  ©® Farheen Akter Bhuian Nancy  Timestamp: 1 pm, Tagar