Who sleeps within me?

I remember writing so much,
ranting even more
about the person within me.
First she rested within the small crevices
here and there,
while I drowned in a newly found
tragic bliss.
Then she carefully carved her place there,
my ever growing grief
making the pillars of her abode
and while I fought the demons in my sleep,
she adorned her walls with
tales of my sleepless nights.

Today I feel her shadow
walking over my gut
Her home inside me feels
warm and yellow
while on the outside I am a corpse,
cold and white.

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~his departure

the storm must be bringing you down
but don't stop the rain from pouring.
days from now the sky will be clear
and the butterflies shall feel their wings again.

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Sitting under the amber sky
I smelled you in the breeze.
The kohl in my eyes
burned a little more
because the heart had grown
tired of the distance years ago.

Now it is night
the wind carries my vespers no more.
Surrounded by the darkness
my kohl struggles to keep glowing,
for one beam of light
should be kept burning
in case you decide
to turn back.— % &

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ৰাতি পোহৰ খেদি ফুৰা ভুতবোৰৰ সৈতে
চিঞৰি থাকোতেই যেতিয়া বেলিটো সাৰ পায়,
তেতিয়াই মই শুই যাওঁ আৰু সাৰ পাই
মই পিন্ধি ফুৰা মুখাখন।


এখন মুখা পিন্ধিয়ে আমি জগত জিনো
আচল স্বৰুপ দেখোৱা হলে
এই সমাজতে বহিষ্কৃত সমাজ
আৰু এখন থাকিলেহেঁতেন। — % &

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Winter,
now doesn't come
when the year stands to leave.
It resides here beneath the
rim of his grey shirt
where silence interrupts
the quietness sporadic.
It sits all day under the
ray of beaming sunlight
and seeks warmth beside his
evaporating footsteps at night.
It weighs heavier than my
khol tinted teary eyes,
its fragrance a poison
to the daylight inside me.
Darkness on my eyes and
darkness all around,
what awakes him
on a gloomy, grayish night?

~ Winter on the rim of his grey shirt

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My eyes are burdened by
several drops of tears,
each signed by you.
If only you could walk out
through the door of your delusions,
I would have shed them all at once
for you to count.

~letters to my blind lover

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"But how will I know who my soulmate is?"

"By taking risks," she said to Brida.
"By risking failure, disappointment,disillusion, but never ceasing in your search for love. As long as you keep looking, you will triumph in the end."

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the feeling of being lonely but
content with myself,
the desire to escape the monotony
but not wanting to let go,
the thirst for life outside this darkness
but being afraid of the ushering light.

this is how you will meet
the person in me.

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~When you haven't written anything in a while


(Read below)

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Home

The sound of his absence
has made a home inside me.
His fragrance rises
upto my fingertips
but before it ushers itself out
I carve him deep inside my bones again,
bleeding all this while
just to make him live.

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