farizaa sabreen
Ex-Lover
Old love sometimes return like a forgotten song,
Ex-lover peeps from the canvas of dusted reminiscence
Dressed in a white Punjabi, he was in a pistachio collared car
I returned him all of his keepsakes on last summer.
Alone in a room I wept and wept
Shaded effect choked my breadth
Many ups and downs have been flown after that
A buzz came down when I arrived into Mohammadpur bazar!
Sudden encounter occurred in a place of uproars
Instead of several romantic places we met in Bazar after many years!
Interlocking circles of dismay
Heart rumbled while he ambled around my way.
There was some aloofness in his ardours
Love becomes fade if there is deception
His frugal philosophy seep out onerous vows
So we drifted far away by the tide of time.
I got amalgamated with the mob by ignoring him
Don’t want to rake up that past again.
Trees are peeking through the curtain, sunlight flickers from trees,
The luminous day locks his memories in a vintage valise.
Farizaa Sabreen is a Bangladeshi writer, lives in Malaysia. Before moving in Malaysia, she worked as a journalist. Besides writing, she enjoys travelling and photography. She blogs at http://againstthewave.wordpress.com
Old love sometimes return like a forgotten song,
Ex-lover peeps from the canvas of dusted reminiscence
Dressed in a white Punjabi, he was in a pistachio collared car
I returned him all of his keepsakes on last summer.
Alone in a room I wept and wept
Shaded effect choked my breadth
Many ups and downs have been flown after that
A buzz came down when I arrived into Mohammadpur bazar!
Sudden encounter occurred in a place of uproars
Instead of several romantic places we met in Bazar after many years!
Interlocking circles of dismay
Heart rumbled while he ambled around my way.
There was some aloofness in his ardours
Love becomes fade if there is deception
His frugal philosophy seep out onerous vows
So we drifted far away by the tide of time.
I got amalgamated with the mob by ignoring him
Don’t want to rake up that past again.
Trees are peeking through the curtain, sunlight flickers from trees,
The luminous day locks his memories in a vintage valise.
Farizaa Sabreen is a Bangladeshi writer, lives in Malaysia. Before moving in Malaysia, she worked as a journalist. Besides writing, she enjoys travelling and photography. She blogs at http://againstthewave.wordpress.com