Touch your soul




When in love, you long for that one person you want to talk to, 

Share your every little details, 

The pain in the air you breath,

The chaos beneath-

You want to show the hidden world behind the happy surface you put on, 

You want that one person to understand you, 

To touch your soul through mending those broken pieces, 

I want to touch your pain softly, 

I want to whisper in your ears that you are alright, 

You are safe in my abode!

I want to kiss your wounds that you got from the violent attacks upon you, 

The world has been so unfair with you, 

I want to create a world for you in another dimension where nobody can hurt you, 

You can open up yourself to me, I can see your beautiful soul yearning for the fire of love to burn down those ashes stored in your heart for so long!

I want to stroke your hair softly and say,

Hey dear, It's alright, nothing to fear, 

Grey days are over, newer beginnings are coming forth, 

Believe in miracles, 

Lights and shadows stopped flickering the day when you started to believe in love, 

Once and for all, 

The shadows of your past stopped haunting, 

Thunderstorms screaming silently in the eastern sky- revealing interim periods of fear, 

You gently say cuddling me- 

Nothing can harm you anymore,

I am your shield and armour, 

Melting inside your tight grip-

I say, indeed! Love is a fortune! 

Only the braves can fight for it, 

Love is also a virtue, only the righteous can follow! 

©® Farheen Bhuiyan Nancy 

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