A little boy and a little girl

 


Deep down inside you are a little boy, 

Who just wants to play in the green grass fields, 

A little boy who wants to get rid of all the clutches that held you back, 

Who wants to find a lap so motherly, 

So safe without any wounds, 

But you are a gentleman in this wicked world facing only witches, 

Pick up the sword of self-love my dear, 

In this alienated world isolation could be so dangerous,

Don't panic, don't fear the unknown hurdles,

Gather your pieces together-mend those, 

Get free from all the doubts,

Clear all the projections imposed upon you and forget those atrocities that were created from,

You are your own savior, 

You hold the lantern- Do the inner work,

One day you'll too meet a girl on the same page as yours, 

A little girl so frightened for the adversities she has gone through, 

Those hands that were supposed to protect her- smothered her until she could gasp for breath, 

A little girl so innocent of the atrocious world- who did not know any malice, 

But the little fairy inside her was untimely killed- those around her were her murderers,

So, the little girl grew up to be a fierce warrior so fearless,

Who had known all the unknowns and seen all the unseen, 

Heard all the unheard, felt the unfelt, realized early what wasn’t to be realized so soon, 

She grew up as a fire lady, 

You as an alpha male, She the sigma woman, 

Really, we do look for the lost parts of ourselves into the significant others hoping we can mend the amends we faced in turbulence, 

We kiss the sorrow of others only to drink our curse satisfyingly, 

We are built in the eyes of that one person who sees it all, 

Our very doom is written too then in those same spectacular eyes! 

I knew at the very beginning that my doom is in the doorways of your kind eyes, 

Cause this time it’s a lifelong soul tie and hereafter,

 Unbreakable and undeniable would be our connection, 

As irresistible is your persona, 

You are lingering in my thoughts always, 

You are in my dreams too- you've touched my unconscious and formed a bond in the sublime, 

Minimal is our physicality but deeper is the intimacy, 

The best foreplay might be the best conversation we keep having, 

You have touched my psych and given me an intellectual orgasm before touching my lips, 

Core to the heart is your visions so is mine,

 So permeable that is transverse across nations, geographies and oceans, 

We have been connected in the sanguine of subliminal ocean, 

Sharing philosophy is our love language, 

We talk to our souls- then we appear as the one: so unified,

The little boy inside you plays with my little girl there! 

And we keep each other safe in the hide and seek games of the cruel world!

I explore and invent you every day,

In the most innocent manner, I let the world know how deeply profoundly I am falling for you in love! 

How deeply my love is forming to heal the little boy inside you, Tell him, 

That he is wonderful too! 

He is protected in my adult arms now!

My healed version welcomes your healed spirit in my shrine,

Come on- delve in,

Go deeper-

Deeper to my bones where I would scream your name,

Passionately smother me with all those soft kisses and slowly shut down all the chaos inside of my mind- with your gentle smooches. 


©® Farheen Bhuiyan Nancy 

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