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 I wish I could preserve your eyes, your looks, your gaze into my jewels, 

I wish no single tear drop sheds from your beautiful eyes, 

But………!

Do you know one theory about beautiful eyes?! 

The most beautiful eyes cries the most, 

Dreadful cries, 

Earth-cracking cries, 

They shout in pain and loss and griefs, 

Yes, eyes do have voice and It’s rain! 

Yes, eyes do have love and It’s gain! 

Eyes do have a tale of longing and separation, 

Eyes do speaks a ton when words don’t know how to be speculated, 

Eyes speaks tales of a decades, 

A decade long separation and a forever kind of love, 

Why do the lover girl seeks so much?! 

Why does she notice so much?! 

Why must she read between the lines and read souls?! Read destiny’s whispers?!  

Why must she look into otherwise?! 

Why can’t she look away and forget?! 

A burden of grief is sitting heavily on her chest! 

Why must she recognize soul ties?! 

Oh, you are stuck in a loophole of dues, 

I owe you nothing and everything all at once, 

You too owe me all and nothing at all,

But,. You do owe me some courage, 

Why did you let me go?! 

Why could you not understand you can’t forget me for another decade and entire lifetime?!

Why did you not hold my hands tight?! 

If we were meant to be separated then why do you need to show me your glimpse once again?! 

To give a heartache?! 

Ache of loss and regret?! 

Don’t you regret too?!

Regret of losing me for a lifetime and hereafter?!  

Losing the diamond you had?! 

Lose to a reckless thieve?! 

A robber who robbed me from you, 

From your arms! 

I wish I had sense back then, 

Then I would always lock your glimpses and gazes in a prismatic ball forever, 

I love you and I loved you and I will continue loving you forever from a distance, 

Your kisses will remain as an emblem with me on my lips, 

I promise I will keep them decorated on my face smiling!

©® Farheen Akter Bhuian Nancy 

Time Frame:12.3.25, 6.39 am, Tagar, Mirpur Cantonment. 

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

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