Abida J. Chowdhury > Quotes

“Oftentimes I catch myself staring at a particular nothing.
Nothing at all.
Transported to somewhere that only exists within me.
Not blinking for several seconds at a time,
Eyes stinging from unwanted memories.
I force myself to snap out of these wretched recollections,
Swallowing the words I want to say away.
Down to where no one else can see them,
Where no one else but I know they lay.”
― Abida J. Chowdhury, When the Birds Drop: Poems by Abida Chowdhury

“How nice it must be to roam free and frolic the streets, singing with glee.
Meanwhile I burn in my own home,
With not a single option to flee.
My hand hangs dormant out the window,
Dreaming of days where my fingers shall dance with the wind,
Out of a window on a train that will take me
Far, far away…”
― Abida J. Chowdhury, When the Birds Drop: Poems by Abida Chowdhury

“Cinnamon girl, I hope you learn to love the warmth and richness your presence exudes.
Do not let anyone tell you that you are not worth the fight.
I hope you learn to unhate your appearance, and embrace it like a lover does to thighs.
Your beauty is truly, simply bonafide.”
― Abida J. Chowdhury, When the Birds Drop: Poems by Abida Chowdhury

“... This mishap is so adjacent to our love.
A fleeting few specks of time,
Disappearing as soon as it arrived.
All that remains is the aftermath of myself, lost and bewildered.
Holding the baggage of a loneliness so weighty,
My stature hangs lower than how I first appeared.”
― Abida J. Chowdhury, When the Birds Drop: Poems by Abida Chowdhury

“The beauty of a good poem,
Is that it makes you want to live or to die.”
― Abida J. Chowdhury, When the Birds Drop: Poems by Abida Chowdhury

“My beloved friends: my dear pen and paper,
Thank you for saving my life.”
― Abida J. Chowdhury, When the Birds Drop: Poems by Abida Chowdhury

“From my very first breath I have not felt
As others feel; I have not sought
What others seek; I could not pump
My desires out as others did freely.
The depth of my soul cannot find ecstasy
Only sorrow; The lengths to my despair reach
Levels beyond compare; I can not stimulate
My joy to the same levels as others partake.
And all I feel, I feel in ache.”
― Abida J. Chowdhury, An Assemblage of Cavernous Poems

“How delightful is the mystery of meaning,
What a wonderful way to spend your time.
Re-reading the lines as you would a scripture,
Every stanza, to your heart, inclined.
Staring straight at the poet’s soul on paper,
A bond so intimate you must sigh.
So intriguing how such big feelings can be summed up in merely a few lines.”
― Abida J. Chowdhury, When the Birds Drop: Poems by Abida Chowdhury