Prayer The symbol of fulfilment dwells not within moneys, riches or gold curtained in layers- …but ablooms when your name is whispered in someone else’s prayers… Manizey Manizey is an academic and storyteller based in Dhaka, Bangladesh. She has a fondness for the macabre and the supernatural, and is always dreaming up fantastic scenarios. Follow […]
Torn Page There is something surreal about a torn page There is glimmering desire in a messy space, There is unspoken praise about being lost in thoughts And there is raw passion in a mind that is filled with imaginative chaos! So let the torn page be by itself, independent yet alone Let the
Clipped Wings Inch by inch Her wings were clipped Her lips sealed and her patience chipped With the final snip she let herself go The last drop of patience had also left her soul … She extended her palms so she could say a prayer No one answered, they thought, for what had been
Flutter The crisp afternoon is a gift from the winter sun The scent it carries has a soul of its own but still it burns… The winter butterfly flutters its wings – to carry a song to which it dances and sings It is true that the joy of the wings would
Remember There will come a day in everyone’s life when the sun will stop to shine… There will be a time when the clouds above your head, will be too grey and out of line The wind may not carry the message of your heart; the birds will not be there to sing for you
