Hues of Life I was told that life played its tunes in enchanting colours I aimed to be draped in many – I was not lucky like the others I chose all black and then some specks of whites Always in love with sombre, starless night skies, never a lover of starry nights I am […]
Vanish The skies don’t entice me anymore The trees don’t impress me anymore The wind doesn’t care for me anymore And the seas don’t call out to me anymore; they used to, but not anymore, not anymore… It is not the universe, not the soil, not anyone, not you, but me… I am the
Pariah We all seek some kind of belonging for the heart to be free of all chaos – Call it greed, call it need… There is just so much ache in being a Pariah That we desperately look for a root or a seed… Manizey Manizey is an academic and storyteller based in Dhaka, Bangladesh.
Not Today Why does it have to be today? Why not tomorrow or the day after? Why does it have to be today? I prayed for a morsel of solace, not a blast of merriment, “she” thought I was after… She stood right behind me Her stench made me want to retch, and her
Gates You wait and wait For them to open the Gates “The Gates have opened!” – one of them screamed …but it was not what you were hoping to see, rather what you were running from, it seems… Close the Gates! Oh, Close the Gates! I beg you all, please oh please… Your own apocalypse
Rose She wished to wake up as a rose and so she did- Little did she know that she would be plucked petal by petal to be left bare and sordid! She decided then to keep the thorns in place, …for she knew then, that the rose had finally found a bold new face… Manizey
