Old Habit
- Ibrar Sami
- prije 2 sata
- 1 min čitanja
Old Habit
These words are not mine—
they drift through the ether
like a silent rain-melody.
They keep playing all day.
I forget…
you
are not beside me
Old habit.
Walking alone on the road,
I stumble
anger spills onto the streets
and I end up talking to you.
Old habit.
At night,
I forget to turn off the light
half-asleep I whisper—
“Will you switch it off?”
The room only answers with silence.
Old habit.
In the morning,
my lips burn on tea
I call out—
“Hey… come here!”
No one comes.
Old habit.
By the window in the evening,
light falls slowly
old days float in dust
“Draw the curtain…”
only light trembles.
Old habit.
These words are not mine—
habit itself has become language
drifting, returning, repeating.
In forgotten moments,
silent answers echo back.
A long-lasting presence—
like an old habit.
Biography: Ibrar Sami is the pen name of an internationally published author. His poetry and reflective prose explore memory, silence, and human resilience through symbolic imagery and emotional depth. A cancer survivor, his work reflects vulnerability and quiet strength. His poems have appeared internationally in Gabby & Min’s Literary Review, The Wells Street Journal, Mosaic Lit, Ultramarine Literary Review, Navy Pen, Bipolar Poetry, Ink, Sweat & Tears, AllPoets and Big Thinking Press. Writing from Bangladesh, he continues to explore the fragile intersections of private grief and collective consciousness, giving voice to human resilience.
Image: Unsplash, downloaded (https://unsplash.com/photos/a-window-with-a-view-of-a-city-oqXmxLw7JrU) 12. 6. 2026.
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