The kind of face that stirs the hearts of sires,
That wrecks ships, brings disasters,
Disrupts oceans.
The kind of beauty men would go war for and steal empires.
Lock her down in shackles.
Men go mad around her,
That’s why she runs faraway,
Always keeping distance.
The kind of love that stirs up the constellations and falcon’s wings,
Not measured, not temporal, but intentional,
Infinity some- deity like.
That colors the entire regime in red.
The kind of fate that stirs up the heavens and confronts the in-charge of universes!
Waiting for that kind of love that will stir up her life and shake up the world!
Not just with touches, but with an intentional force, For good to set aflame!
But, with the tumultuous blusters,
In the rage of storms and hurricanes,
She lost her charm,
Magnetic pull and affinity,
So many losses recounted.
Loss of words,
Loss of motives and emotions!
Loss of lovers and their affections!
She is lost in her head,
Lost in her imaginations,
Stuck in the memory lane,
They cannot reach her!
They cannot teach her new love that will stand out in motion! Novelty in all forms!
The sea foam and moist in the ocean dissolves with the precipitates of the salt!
They taste bitter,
Despite how vast the body of water may be in its measure,
Its abundance still bends into silence,
A cold bitterness of appalling appeals when disarmed.
©® Farheen Akter Bhuian Nancy
Time Stamp: 9.47 pm, Tagar