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The Right Side

She never knew what waking on the wrong side meant, Just sheets and sunlight, a morning unbent. Till he smiled and said, “The left is the right— It’s closer to my heart, it feels just right.” So left it was, where she learned to lie, By the curve of his back, beneath love’s sky. She folded her dreams to fit his frame, And woke to mornings that never felt the same. Then silence cracked like porcelain skin, He walked away, and the ache walked in. An empty bed, a hollowed chest, No left or right—just no place to rest. She wandered through nights that had no name, Searching for someone, anyone, to blame. But broken hearts have a curious grace— They beat louder when given space. And in that quiet, something stirred, A voice unspoken, a feeling heard. Not left, not right—not his, not borrowed— A place she chose, no longer hollowed. She turned her pillow, made it hers, Tucked in strength beneath the covers. And when she woke, no need to decide— She’d slept well, at pe...
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TO MY LOVER'S EX

  TO MY LOVER’S EX, You may not know me and it is all right,  I would not say that I know you either. We both have a part of him that will never leave us.  Well, it is never possible to delete someone’s existence from our lives.  He tells me everyday that he would stand by me till his last breath, And I believe him with all that I have. He looks into my eyes and it is always there, The love, and with it, the fear too. He has the fear of losing the love he has sought in many others, The fear of not being good enough, Good enough to make someone want to stay. The fear of being left in the dark by the one light of his life. To my lover’s ex, I hope you are happy now And that you have found what you were pursuing  But most of all, I hope that it was all worth instilling these fears in him. No hard feelings, we all have needs. I wish we had met earlier, for I could know you better, 'cause no matter how hard I try,  I always wonder why, just why would you wound h...

Metamorphosis

All the words that spill on the pages hold more emotions than all that you've uttered!

Heavy at heart

This happens every once a while in every lonely heart. We fight and affirm against ourselves that we have been over it all. But after all this while, are we still holding on? Not every cloud has a silver lining but yes every cloud has drops she has been holding back. Drops of love and sorrow she hides from the world. Have you ever wondered how people overreact? Well yeah, we call it being dramatic, sensitive or just having a low threshold. May be these are the drops that the cloud had been holding back. A single drop more to hide and the weight is too heavy to bear. Do you remember when you cried to sleep and your heart ached? Did you think about the other girl you saw back in school who was crying as well? "Such an attention seeker." Yes we know someone who has done it. Our reasons always seem more valid than someone else's. With every tear that we shed, there is a story we never knew. And with every tear they shed, there are stories they don't know about us. ...

As the night ages

Half asleep, half awake Yes we've all been there You've let it pass She couldn't, what for?  The wind roared at her skin Tearing the wounds farther apart She fights back the betrayal Betrayal welling up in her eyes. Would he turn back to see, As the screams peirce through his skin? Would he even blink, When her tears drop into his eyes? When all is said and done Would her tears even matter? So when it rains downon her She lets herself bleed The rain washes it off Deeper than her cuts it seeps Cleanses hee soul, Letting nothing but her heart remain She has made her choice A choice to be HAPPY

A Family I Never Had ♥

I see myself alone. I have been taught to be selfish. I have been taught to not care. I have been taught like everyone else, to ignore.           Selfish enough to lock my friends inside my soul To not care about the years of separation to come... To ignore that our roots are far from similar Yes you said it right, 5 years from now we will be nothing but loners. But trust me, even when i stand alone, I'll have my squad running in my veins

A Rainy Day In Dhaka

A rainy day Dhaka, i decided to let the breeze pamper my face. I sat by the stairs, a slight breeze embracing the leaves, tens of crows soaring in the sky, Palm leaves drooping in the rain yet dancing with the breeze..... A beautiful sight to sit and stare at. I looked at the familiar pedestrians down the alley. Some rushing into the college, some to the hospital, others seeming lost. An unusual object caught my eyes. A blue cylinder placed horizontally, two tray-like structures in front of it. It had never been there before, and it was almost impossible to miss it. Right there, in front of the college entrance. Oh well, that wasn't the only unusual object there. They had built a small gate there too, with a banner which made no sense to me. How would it! It was all in Bengali. World hand washing day? No! It's somewhere in March right? Whatever it is, the barrel there is more beautiful than what i came to see at the stairs. To call this place unorganized would be an under...