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Soul-bonded 

People don’t love from their soul, that’s why they feels distracted by the presence of others other than their partners, by places, by situations or contexts. 

But, those who loves from soul can never forget the one for whom the soul yearns for once bonded. 

The beauty of soul is the supreme form of all beauty, 

It matters more than the exteriors, 

It’s always inside where love resides and comes from, 

I want to reside in your heart, 

Dwell there permanently, 

I don’t want to be a guest in your heart for as long as I am alive and after that only shall I live and revive there!

You are my all reasons, 

I made you my destiny, 

I want to be your ultimate ecstasy, 

Let’s float in the ocean waves and go to the sandy island, 

Where nobody can see us enjoying, 

What’s the point of love if displayed only in front of the world? 

I can be your entire world inside of this fake one, 

You can be my dome in the city of Gods-the Rome, 

Where we would worship the one who was declined, 

Love at its divinity comes at the best form, 

Let’s declare a holy pact, I am yours, so are you mine,

Love is always a monopoly,

Those of that which are crowded are just a profane form of philanthropy bearing only fruits of melancholy, 

Love is always a shared vision, a lifestyle, 

Wanting to share each other’s life, space, activities, 

Love is always shared not stocked for one self nor can be engulfed at its entirety, 

Love requires understanding, 

Love requires patience, 

Love requires resilience, 

Ultimately, Love requires love to remain in the lovers lives that binds them into divinity!

©® Farheen Bhuiyan Nancy

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