The Falling Star

By Nawaz

A collection of shorts and poems written by Farhanul Ain Nawaz.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nawaz
• Release date: Jul 25, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005443641

Nawaz

Farhanul Ain Nawaz, born and raised in Kolkata, India, he did his schooling in the City of Joy and then went on to do his Engineering in Karnataka, India. He was bitten by the writing bug long ago but only as a hobby. It is not until recently that he has decided to fully commit to his creative ideas and wants the characters that are inside his head to be revealed to the rest of the world.

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THE FALLING STAR

NAWAZ

Also By Farhanul Ain Nawaz

A Kolkata Love Story

Copyright © 2020 Farhanul Ain Nawaz

This book is a work of fiction any names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the Author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

All rights reserved.

Foreword

The falling start is a collection of shorts and poems I wrote during my college days. It is not exactly happy and gratifying read because I really wasn't in a good place in life back then but the writing did help me cope with what I was going through.

Table of Contents

The Question

Believe

Aimo

Dancing With The Wolves

Beach

Mourning Sunset

Night Sky

The Last Dance

A Bleeding Heart

Where Dreams Are Born

Last Goodbye

How I Hate Thee Let Me Count The Ways

Losing My Sanity

Illusions

I Can’t Remember

Forest Of The Dead

Death

Salvation

The Voiceless King

About The Author

The Question

Author’s note: This is, according to me, the first poem I had ever written when I was studying in class 10 in Kolkata. My cousin brother liked this girl, he proposed and was rejected. I, my brother and another friend of ours were all upset that night I remember the day well 18th February 1998. I wrote this poem that night. Not one of my best works but really something for that time and age. I can't sit back and laugh thinking about it. The original sheet I wrote on was lost long ago but thank God I had a copy.

O, Cupid why did your arrow pierce my heart,

Without killing me like a poisonous dart,

Your arrow had made me a soft, a very gentle person,

It had filled my heart with love and what well had it done.

I got lost in her eyes whenever she stared at me,

She loved me, I thought, that was what I could see.

The day I confessed my love to her,

I realized I