Words Unspoken

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

As a literature student and content professional, I always treasure the times when words just naturally flow from my heart to the page. Likewise, I love to have deep conversations over life, and yesterday I had such a chat with one of my friends. Apoorv has shown real curiosity in learning more about my interests and favourite pastime activities. However, instead of answering him directly, I playfully teased him, saying that he should take some time to get to know me better over these years. It was a lighthearted moment, and honestly, I felt that the question came a bit late in our friendship. As we continued talking, the subject unintentionally moved to writing. It reminded me that it had been a long time since I had indulged in my desire for writing something for myself. Work and other duties had kept me busy, but this morning, something stirred inside me, compelling me to pick up the abandoned pad that had been lying unused for far too long. When I think back on the past year, I can...

The Rose with thorns, through challenges prevail In a garden, a Rose arose with thrones,  Thrilled to be present, but acceptance unknown.  Heartbroken, she tried fitting in each day,  Harsh judgments of herself came her way.  Disappointed by her thorny attire,  Common and ordinary, she couldn't inspire.  Family, friends, and society's crew,  She believed she didn't belong, feeling blue. Attempts to connect, alas, were in vain,  Imitating others, her efforts waned.  Becoming like her siblings, she tried anew,  But fitting in remained a distant view.  Hopeless, she pondered a market endeavour,  Finding solace among roses, however.  Meeting others alike, her spirits soared,  But alas, the same feeling couldn't be ignored. Undeterred, she sought the unfamiliar ground,  A distant market where new wonders were found.  Among unfamiliar blooms, she found her place,  Connecting with more roses, her saving grace....

Mother is a walking miracle, they say On which I couldn't agree more, Her presence does a magic, In the ocean of emotions, she is my only safe shore. My life hasn't just began in her I have seen her giving life in me everyday, She understands every unspoken problems and leads me to the best possible way. My smile makes her happy She weeps seeing my tears, I often become her headache but still I am in her late night prayers. She scolds, she complains but she never gets tired of me, I fight, I argue still she doesn't let me sleep hungry. This is how all mothers love Unconditional and pure, No matter how comfy the bed is We will always find her lap the most secure..

From happy sleep to the wet pillow everything she understands, From all the bad days to the worst, she supported me expanding her hands. Those hidden wounds,heartbreaks and scars, I never told her any but she knows and cares. She has trust in me and acknowledge my dreams, I'm a gem to her, she believes,one day I will shine and gleam. Love for me runs in her vein, I make many mistakes but she forgives me again and again. Teaching me how to walk to teaching her how WhatsApp works,we complete each other, She helped me to be what I'm today and always pushed me to be better.. All the kindness, positivity and affection I show, It's not me actually but her shadow. Millions of words came into my mind when I took the pen to express, Still I got stucked to scribble for the Queen, who treats me as a Princess.. Happy Mother's day By Monira Rahman _______________________________

I am broken, my heart is tore I can't think of love anymore, I am soaked in pain As it only gave wound and stain, I am scared of falling into the pit It had pushed me extremely down bit by bit, I am clueless again Can't hold myself to reframe, I'm not hoping for any miracle or magic As I destined to be sad with eternal tragic, You wanted to touch my body And failed to connect with the soul, I was just a part of your entertainment But all you have become my never-ending whole.. By Monira Rahman©