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I am happy that my empty space is filled with your thoughts now, atleast I have something to do when I have nothing, 

I have something to cling on when I am free, 

And, I have someone to lean on when I have none, 

I am happy that you are with me, 

In insanity and vanity, 

In possibilities and vulnerabilities, 

I am not alone anymore that excites me! 

How do I convey my love for you?! 

You are eternal, you are the ebb and flow within the tides of the life ever riverine, 

You are the exterior extremely adorned at on the forefront of the arch, melody to the orchestra, tune to my shivering bones before everything crackdown on the symphony, 

The epiphany on the final grounds of the heavens, you are the entrance of the paradise I chose to enter in, so emancipatory as well as satisfactory it seems to be! 

Enchanting and enthralling all together it is to be, 

Undoubtedly, enticing is your ever lasting company, 

I want you beside me forever untill the all constellations dissolve into the hue, 

Untill the satellites crash into the gravity, 

Untill the forces unwinds, 

Untill the last drop of the dew fades, 

And, untill my heart beats- it will sing: I love you, I loved you for an eternity! 

You belong to me, the mighty night, 

Counting down the flickering stars, 

They say I am yours, whispering as breeze, 

The tides unfolds waves wavering warmth,

Entangling us into something beyond our comprehension, 

Yes, the unreal showering of love is real this time! 

And, despite all odds, the love is ever growing between us just like the opposites of the triangles, always assimilating in the same point! 

Sometimes we are like the center of gravity, 

And, the poles- pulling towards each other in the wondrous exhibition of infinite time!

©® 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