One soul mourning for two—the one who loved her,

And the one whom she has loved.

All of them ended with a tragic trajectory where ends meet nowhere.

They might meet in a river where there were no banks,

But only the sediments of memory of each getting wronged.

I think lovers don’t really miss each other completely.

Perhaps, partly, they miss the establishment that gave them comfort,

validation, and shared ownership of joy and belongingness.

But do they ever belong to each other?

Or, is it just for the sake of the establishment that they cling to each other?

The establishment that labels neediness as love?!

Perhaps!

Well, who dissects love in such a critical manner?

Only a fool who lost in the paradox of love tries to solve a

puzzle she was never meant to solve anyways!

©® Farheen Akter Bhuian Nancy 

Time Frame: 6.46 am, Tagar, MIST