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Not of my body, but of my soul

How many spirits live in my soul?
How many spirits make me whole?
Who I am ....
Ask me again, where I am come from...
Am I the rules that make me numb?
Or the exception who is not under control?

Listen, I am free spirit
...not that shape I am in 
Or not this skin I live in.
As the moment I exist....
I am that absorbent mind
...which was gender blind.

Nor am I daughter of anyone
Nor am I sister of her
Nor am I wife of yours...
I am the entity from that moment 
When you were all unknown.
In this Earth, all we have shown ...
Here all warriors have come and gone.
Some people come as a blessing and some as lessons
One day you find your love and emotions are nothing but an illusion.
Don't worry, nothing lasts forever, not even you....
So your hate or anger is not worthy enough as your view.
For learning , social values & beliefs , here we forget (lost) our own(nature)....
But nobody remembers that one day all of your pride will be gone.

I am an art composed by 206 bones
So where I am from and where i will be gone...
Hmm...I have found the answer,
We all have to go back to that state when we were unborn.

Copyright © Farhana Akter | Year Posted 2014



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RIP Virginity

Dear Sir, my innocence is gone now, no more fear 
Do you love to **** me again, I am always here. 
I wonder when you taught me how to use a pen, 
I was so into you but my ****** was in pain! 
I was crying; I was too immature to understand
I was turning only 13, I couldn't feel what happened. 
but I promise I never forget what you taught me at the end. 
I begged you to stop and looked into your eyes, 
there was a reflection of a cruel world, that’s  what I deserved!
Don't be afraid, mommy never knows what you did, 
Nobody knows that you made me bleed. 
Dear sir, my innocence is gone with all my tears,
as I had no safe place to hide myself from fears.
Nobody saw anything as your world was so blind! 
having hidden hatred inside, a virgin died. 
Dear sir, time cannot erase your memories, 
time doesn't heal all wounds, that you marked, 
yes, you took my innocence that will be always on my mind.
My innocent world was shattered by your touch
Hope no one ever has to experience such
For all the pain, all the cruelty, thank you very much!

Copyright © Farhana Akter | Year Posted 2014

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Heaven in a blind girl's eye

A little girl came and asked her mother, "Mom ! Where are you going now?"
"Going to church," the mother replied.
The girl asked again, "why do you have to go to church, mom?"
"Because we do pray to god for saving us from sin in Church so that We can go to heaven." The mother replied.
"Mom! Why do you want to go to heaven?" The girl asked her and then added “what does heaven look like?"
The mom answered, "heaven is a beautiful place which is filled with peace, colors & love."
"Then can't we try to make our house as beautiful as heaven? The girl asked with wonder.
Mom laughed & replied," oh you silly girl! heaven is way more beautiful & amazing than our house."
Then the girl asked with a world of confusion, "mom! I would like to see a photo of heaven."
The mother replied ," no one ever seen heaven."
The girl asked with astonishment " then why do you want to go a place that you never know how it is?"

Copyright © Farhana Akter | Year Posted 2015

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The Skin

I love the skin you live in.....
Love that red flesh under your thin shell....
Sometimes I feel like peeling off my skin.....
Wear your skin on me as well.....
Like to touch the one who exists inside you.....
Reach out to all those insane thoughts in your brain.....
Comprehend the differences between right and wrong.....
What’s in there to explain?
I love your skin you are in.....
love your constantly changing face!!
I know this is nothing but your self-admiration.......
Sickness is in your mind and in your every place!!

Copyright © Farhana Akter | Year Posted 2015

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The Conscience of the Eye

I hear the other side of the busy town
the echoes of the broken whisper 
“I’m the open sky” – staring at me and asking me
Where is your God behind the sky, when he will appear?
Can’t he see the broken hopes and dreams?
Is your God deaf? Are they in suspicion?
Why all these tears and sorrows and fear?
Why all these Battles and killings and deterioration?
Why they follow some man-made rules?
Why they talk like they are nothing but puppets?
No more begging, no more begging to God
there were misconception in their belief, it’s all about suspicion!
The city goes to sleep with the world of fury 
I am the “Sky” who is still awake along with the stars
laughing at the asleep people of the town and ponder
Oh thoughtless people!! Oh! You are the winner!!
They are always in denial and dare to admit own collapse,
They are the one think God is a Mirage.
God isn’t sitting other side of the skies
He is everywhere just open your eyes.
They are busy following traditional books and beliefs
Figuring out who is guilty and who is guiltless
They even forget to look at themselves
Their eye of conscience is blind, and the heart is sightless
To enjoy the later life, they overlook this life…..
They can’t find God, God isn’t sitting outside!
If you can ponder and find out why we are we here
Heaven and Hell everything in you……just overcome your fear!
God isn’t sitting far away, sitting skies other side
Just open your third eye; have a glimpse
You will find him within you and everything you can perceive.

Copyright © Farhana Akter | Year Posted 2015



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The Conscience of the Eye

I hear the other side of the busy town
the echoes of the broken whisper 
“I’m the open sky” – staring at me and asking me
Where is your God behind the sky, when he will appear?
Can’t he see the broken hopes and dreams?
Is your God deaf? Are they in suspicion?
Why all these tears and sorrows and fear?
Why all these Battles and killings and deterioration?
Why they follow some man-made rules?
Why they talk like they are nothing but puppets?
No more begging, no more begging to God
there were misconception in their belief, it’s all about suspicion!
The city goes to sleep with the world of fury 
I am the “Sky” who is still awake along with the stars
laughing at the asleep people of the town and ponder
Oh thoughtless people!! Oh! You are the winner!!
They are always in denial and dare to admit own collapse,
They are the one think God is a Mirage.
God isn’t sitting other side of the skies
He is everywhere just open your eyes.
They are busy following traditional books and beliefs
Figuring out who is guilty and who is guiltless
They even forget to look at themselves
Their eye of conscience is blind, and the heart is sightless
To enjoy the later life, they overlook this life…..
They can’t find God, God isn’t sitting outside!
If you can ponder and find out why we are we here
Heaven and Hell everything in you……just overcome your fear!
God isn’t sitting far away, sitting skies other side
Just open your third eye; have a glimpse
You will find him within you and everything you can perceive.

Copyright © Farhana Akter | Year Posted 2017

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The Miracle of God

They ask where is God,
If there is no God then the universe would be flawed!
Do they see the sun still? Does the sun have brain to move on its own?
Then who controls the sun and moon and the earth from his throne?
Don't they see who controls the flow of river.
Don't they see who orders the rain to shower on human and plants and who is the giver?

Don't they see who controls the rain,
If it continues to pour down on earth who is there to maintain?
No human can save you, only God can send the help if God wants to 
If your earth continues shaking from earthquake and destroy who is there to undo?

They think human who don’t have eyesight from birth are blind,They don't see the creation of the lord,
Still they ask where is the miracle of God? 

Who put a life in a human body which is made from clay?
How to give a life in a human body no scientists can say!
Who created the barrier which divides the two-different sea?
Who made the different taste of water between Atlantic and Mediterranean Sea?

Who created you from dust then from a sperm-drop,
Who gave life in the water of a man and then made him top,
Who made you from a leech-like clot?
Do they find any mistake of the creation of the god?
People who have eyesight from birth and can see are hard to find.
They cannot see their own Bactria, parasites, and where memories stored

Don't they see differences in thoughts of twins even God created in the same womb
they have separate minds and ended up in different tomb.
Still they ask - "how can we believe in unseen?"

Indeed, at the day of resurrection it will be clear what they used to expel.
God shows miracle to those
only who praise God and only the ones who God chose!

Copyright © Farhana Akter | Year Posted 2017

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Who Are You

Who are you, really?
What makes you, "YOU"?

You were born into this world alone
And you found that you were trapped in a body; 
A body of a male, or a female or a disable on views of man-made society.

Then you were given a man-made name 
And you were raised in a family;
In a wealthy or poor family, in a religious or non-believer family.

You were being brainwashed by family, media and your surroundings.
You were taught the knowledge for the people who praised and honored you
You achieved man-made degrees for getting a good job and pay bills.

You donated your wealth for being a generous person to others’ eye.
Your spent your whole life to show off to others who do not you care. 
You were too busy showing off your name, body, 
your wealth, education, and creativity.

Time passed, you were realizing 
Your body and brain were aging.
Then one day you died alone and your loved ones left you in a grave 
Alas! You were so crazy to drive the best car, but who drives your car now when you are in the grave?

You thought your beautiful house could protect you from storm and thunder 
But what you have done to protect yourself when your body buried under.
Once you cared your body so much which was filled with bacteria 
You are dead now, and your own bacteria started eating your own flesh. 

One day you wanted to look perfect to others and have fame 
Now you are just a perfect picture on frame. 

Who are you, really?
Who are this “YOU”? 

Copyright © Farhana Akter | Year Posted 2017