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One day I will fly like a butterfly and come to you, 

Kiss your forehead, place my warmth on you. 

Oneday I will be a chirping butterfly flying in your axis to motivate you.

Are you in a depressed state?!

Passing a sad day?!

Lonely?!

Finding none to hug and tell how you spent your day?!

Hold on, I will be there for you! 

You can cuddle me entire day and tell me your boss’s stories, 

You can hug me and wipe your tears,

 In a soothing way my giggles will make up for your wasted day.

I will comfort you.

One day, I will cling to you like a moth to it’s citadel, and, you will blossom in colors that you believed you never had, 

Oneday we will build a house filled of red and white color palates with dark blue roses and cheery blossom peaches decorated in the dining table, 

I will fill up the table with multi-cuisines and we are going to have dinner dates, candle nights and shivering music in the end. 

But, promise me our sanctuary will be sacred, 

No disturbance, no distractions, no other people will come between us, 

We will be inseparable like two birds in the nest. 

Tell me if you can offer me peace and divine love?!

Tell me if you can offer me a home I can call mine?!

And, tell me if you entirely belong to me or not?!

I do want to be a butterfly in your haven ,

but don’t want our sanctuary to last so little and

be so brittle like the worms. 

©® Farheen Akter Bhuian Nancy 

Time Frame: 9.30 pm, Tagar, Mirpur Cantonment. 

Reflections

A decade went lamenting for you, A decade spent ranting about you, A series of decade has gone by blaming

Emancipation

Faulty stars in the sky leading to a faulty love story—well, stars were not deformed. It was our own fault—a

Racing Hearts

It was nice to know you. It’s a pleasure to meet you.  It’s sweet to kiss you.  But it’s horrendous

Addiction

You were not my love. You were merely just an addiction,  Talking with you over the phone, Fighting over

Circles

Love was a priority then. Happiness was destiny. But now love is not predestined. Sometimes it’s a mistake. But mistakes

Sabotage

I was standing on the brink of a montage. But you always end up bringing about sabotage! I overcame the