Diva

 


Goddess, you are a diva. 

A soul unleashed from heavens, 

Not for the weak, not for the meek, 

Not for the mean, not for the opportunists. 

You are a part of the archive scripted predestined - pristine. 

You were stripped open in the middle of the field. 

That day angels in disguise of colorful butterflies were warning you, 

Even a pickpocket warned you about the doom,

But, you didn’t pay heed. 

You weren’t connected with your higher soul then so you dodged a bullet.

In the form of love potion, 

You swallowed what was meant to cause death to you. 

But, do you think that killed you?!

Instead you revived. 

You have rebuilt yourself from the scratch.

After the endings begins the beginning. 

The beginning of the spring, 

New seasons. 

Fallen leaves withers away, so does the fallen souls.

They can't skip to the best part just by swindling. 

You are in the verge of completion now.

An entirety of a cycle. 

You cannot overlook what you've already known. 

A diva was stolen from her lover's bed and betrothed to a wicked soul by force. 

Fate was the force. 

But, she never forgot the touch of tenderness. 

The soft echoes. 

The lover whom she loved was epic. 

He was a hero. 

A gentle man in all forms- he never knew how to betray, 

He never knew how to use. 

He was as innocent as Adam in the damp soil of Eden, 

He was as fragile as fallen leaves assembled in his crotch woven with love and desire he would shot. 

Eve met Adam after Sixty Five decades later.

This time he is a bit experienced. 

Still, he is the same innocent lad in front of his lady asking for her mercy to be touched in his cheeks. 

He was too scared to scroll down. 

And, too scared to kiss. 

Too scared to lay a finger on his diva for whom he has fought in heavens with Gods to devils!

He gave her complete independence. 

The independence of choice. 

The diva chose wrong, 

It was her life lesson. 

The lad lost his flower, 

It was his lifetime sentence. 

Whereas, God in the heavens smiles.

He flips the script and increases longings in both of them.

They are spelled under a permanent disenchantment. 

And, God told his carriers, 

You cannot love someone whom you can't respect, 

You cannot have someone whom you immensely love and respect.


©® Farheen Akter Bhuian Nancy 

Timestamp: 2.15 pm, Tagar


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