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……………….A beautiful distraction………………….  

 You were a beautiful distraction, 

I wish I could keep you in my palms like a pearl,

I wish I could slip away like sands in your hands and I wish we could walk by the aisles-side by side- beside the terrain, 

I wish I could see the hidden world inside of you- the gem, 

And, I wish you could see through me, 

Agony behind my smile,

Tears hidden in the corner of my eyes,

I wish you could fathom my soul underneath of my shaken breath, 

I wish you could understand me keeping aside all the prejudices you’ve built,

We are a bridge apart, 

Our stories doesn’t match,

But, somewhere in between – 

We are similar –

Similar in beliefs, 

Perhaps, we are lonely and stricken with betrayals- rounds of trials,

Maybe,  we are always under scrutiny, 

Always under surveillance in a judge-court, 

People judging us, 

People looking at us, 

Deciding for us- our fate, 

But, I don’t have any attorney, 

I can’t prove my innocence and love for you,

Instead you are provoked- so, melancholic, 

Love has always been a bumpy ride making us behave like alcoholics, 

I wish our connection could flourish, 

I wish I could hold your hands, look into your eyes and say,

You are not alone! I am with you!

But, I couldn’t convey my message to you,

Words were unspoken, feelings were reversed, 

In order to protect you with honesty,

Honesty is like a weapon, 

It cuts down fake imagery but induces only to reality, 

Be real in this ethereal world, 

I always wanted to be real with you and form a unique bond,

Alas! There’s a full stop now-

There’s no intervals, 

There’s has been no reversion, 

You are lost now as nothing remains forever, 

My hopes drifted away like the weathering weather, Flaky ice’s cold stare, riverine blossoms, dried strawberries and with a blocked heart,

I let you go, I let you slip away, 

Cause I can not protect you nor our connection. 

But, still, I want to remember you like a beautiful distraction – the most beautiful sunshine ever! 

©® Farheen Bhuiyan Nancy 

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