Words Unspoken

You made it feel like just a deal, While I dreamed of a home, something real. For you, it was just a passing word, For me, it was love, deep and unheard. I gave my heart, I gave my years, And see how I am left with all silent tears. I feel unloved, I feel so compromised, Is this the same love that once gave me butterflies? I don’t blame you, I don’t blame me, Maybe it’s fate, maybe destiny. They say true love fights the world with pride, Never lets fear or distance divide. But I sit here, my heart still breaking, While promises feel like deals in the making. I say yes, I give and bend, Do I still need to wait to call me your end? Will I ever be the name you say, To your world, in a proud display? You think there’s time, and you can’t see, You might miss the chance, I may no longer be. Monira Rahman Bhuiya

It's a feeling I have known for a long time, Echoed deep from the childhood, unseen and unheard. From the relatives to friends, even those close and dear, Insecurities planted in me, growing year by year. I'm insecure of myself, afraid to be alone, Told only smart, pretty girls are known. My skin tone is not bright enough to shine, Insecure of my nose, not sharp and fine. My eyes, not large, fail to impress, My speech, not well groomed, lacks sweetness. Even on my walk, don't maintain any beauty code, Insecurities are built into me on societal mode. Each one is valid, each one is backed, So why, one day, did he nag? "Why so insecure?" he asked, with a sigh, As if the reasons weren't clear, or I couldn't comply. By  Monira Rahman Bhuiya

It feels awkward to give my all, And still be the one who takes the fall. To show up with a heart so wide, But feel like I’m left outside... It’s awkward being the one who feels, In a world that hides and never heals. To speak my truth, soft and deep, And get a silence that cuts me cheap... I hear your pain, I try, I stay, But you brush me off like I’m in the way. You say, “You won’t get it, you never do,” But I was only showing up for you... I pour my love into every part, But no one sees what’s in my heart. It’s awkward when they walk right through, As if my feelings never grew... It’s awkward pushing past the pain, Pretending sunshine in the rain. While slowly I forget my name, And play a role in someone’s game... It’s awkward when your mood is low, But you just expect me to know. And if I miss the silent cue, You say it’s me who never knew... Being sensitive isn’t weak, It’s just that I feel when others speak. But when they choose not to explain, It leaves me with this quiet pain.....

  I want to go back to that lazy day, Lying beside you, with nothing to say. No fear of people seeing us there, Just you and me, without a care... That quiet noon at Victoria Palace, You showed me the sky, and I saw your face. You taught me how to take a shot, Of the sky just after the rain had stopped... A yellow cab, that same old song, I told you the meaning as we moved along. Singing together, the roads so wide, With you smiling, sitting by my side... A calm, big restaurant, just us two, Sharing our meal, just me and you. No crowd, no noise, just peaceful air, And all my love, sitting right there. I showed you the streets, each lane and name, Telling you stories, never the same. Every corner, every spot, I shared with you the love I got... From tiny fights to your first touch, I want it again, I miss it so much. But this time, no hiding, no fear, I want the whole world to see us clear... Not in the dark, not far from the crowd, I want to stand with you, strong and proud. To lov...

I like to keep notes. I keep notes when I travel... alone, with friends, or with family. Not just to remember things, but to understand what I’m feeling. To make sense of my thoughts. I note how my favourite songs match my mood, how one song I played during a flight still makes my heart feel the same way. I keep notes because they take me back,  to moments I didn’t expect, to things I saw and felt in silence, to a sudden feeling of wonder. I write about what I experience, how I feel, what I expected, and what really happened. It’s the best way to capture a feeling while you’re still living it. So, keep writing little notes to yourself. Because one day, while cleaning your bookshelf, you might find a piece of paper… and relive a day that made you smile, cry, or just feel alive... By  Monira Rahman Bhuiyal

  Life's full of surprises, it's true, you see, Gives unexpected gifts, just wait and be free. Family like friends, they're there, never apart, But craving for more, a whole, loving heart. We strive and we fight, in someone's world we roam, But when they depart, we feel so alone. No more dictating struggles or yearn for a sign, That those meant to be  will be here, yours and mine. Through life's twists and turns, in joy and in strife, We'll cherish the ones who bring meaning to life. Surprises may come, like a twirl or a whirl, But true, loyal hearts, they're our precious pearl. So, let's celebrate life's unpredictable grace, With friends who'll stand by us, in every embrace. In this journey, we share, under the sun or moon's shine, Those meant to be with us will be here for all time. By Monira Rahman