Bewitcher – Poetry from Bangladesh

My heart penetrated by his sublime sight, a bewitcher was all set to sparkle the night, hide and seek of our eyes spoke thousands of words.

Farizaa Sabreen

Farizaa Sabreen is a Bangladeshi journalist and writer. She spends her free time experimenting with recipes from around the world and photographing.

Bewitcher

Last night, beneath the sprawling inky sky

Wind was delicate, so was I

Reflection of palm trees created a sheer streak into pool

Water flaunted alone as a kaleidoscope.

I was lying idly on a deck chair,

Indulging myself into nocturnal tranquility

Ripples of water swept away contradiction of life

The place is my comfort zone, far from anxiety.

A sudden clack of shoes on a wooden deck made me amazed

There was a regal statue next to me

An ethereal presence of a classically chiseled face

With flair of cynical grace!

My heart penetrated by his sublime sight,

A bewitcher was all set to sparkle the night

Hide and seek of our eyes spoke thousands of words

Vibe of him captured me like a whorl of blizzards.

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Escape

When every door of life closes

Escape is only choice

Escape from the known world, known people

No need to stay here,

Everything is crystal clear.

Leaving is painful, but hiding is fun

Run baby run

Don’t turn back

When no other choice left, accept the reality

What’s the worth of life which is cursed?

Seven seas of patience and thirteen rivers of tolerance can’t change the situation

What is the need for waiting?

Everybody deserves empathy instead of sympathy.

Time demands to move on

Be ready to take life as a boon.

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Terror within and without

What is the value of life which is full of terrors?

No stability, no security, I live days and nights with fear

Life is a onetime offer

Why the sins of other affect my life over and over?

When I walk past crowds I see fearless faces

Walking beside you higher my nervousness

When does the life of terror end?

My innocent self at times rebel

Anxiety numb my senses often

I wish I’d foreclose this cynical direction

No wonder, people think I am reluctant to dispose of this life.

But life doesn’t give me any option.

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