We are all stuck in the memory loop.

Spinning around the lane that takes us back to the golden days. 

After ten long years when you first saw me, 

You noticed one thing about me.

You said, 

‘Hey, you look mature.’

But, I wanted to claim the melting spot where both you and I were a sweet teen, not knowing the future. 

I wish you would know what happened to me in these ten years. 

How I evolved from an adorable sweetheart to a strong Stone-heart! 

Head strong, tall and high, with eyes of no charm.

These eyes has seen all, 

Witnessed much. 

Now, they keeps scrutinizing. 

My heart once used to bend for the sweet-talkers,

Now, it looks for patterns! 

I wish you could know how much has changed.

How much transition does it take a person to change so much.

Now, silence reigns in my veins. 

Now, vigilance keeps me awake at night. 

I have become a hawk.

An eagle. 

Butterflies in my stomach has died,

They are all mummified. 

©® Farheen Akter Bhuian Nancy 

Timestamp: 11.01 pm, Tagar