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When in love, you long for that one person you want to talk to, 

Share your every little details, 

The pain in the air you breath,

The chaos beneath-

You want to show the hidden world behind the happy surface you put on, 

You want that one person to understand you, 

To touch your soul through mending those broken pieces, 

I want to touch your pain softly, 

I want to whisper in your ears that you are alright, 

You are safe in my abode!

I want to kiss your wounds that you got from the violent attacks upon you, 

The world has been so unfair with you, 

I want to create a world for you in another dimension where nobody can hurt you, 

You can open up yourself to me, I can see your beautiful soul yearning for the fire of love to burn down those ashes stored in your heart for so long!

I want to stroke your hair softly and say,

Hey dear, It’s alright, nothing to fear, 

Grey days are over, newer beginnings are coming forth, 

Believe in miracles, 

Lights and shadows stopped flickering the day when you started to believe in love, 

Once and for all, 

The shadows of your past stopped haunting, 

Thunderstorms screaming silently in the eastern sky- revealing interim periods of fear, 

You gently say cuddling me- 

Nothing can harm you anymore,

I am your shield and armour, 

Melting inside your tight grip-

I say, indeed! Love is a fortune! 

Only the braves can fight for it, 

Love is also a virtue, only the righteous can follow! 

©® 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