Tired Eyes

 My eyes are tired of looking for you.

For how long will I look for you?

I know there is no returning, yet my waiting period is not over.

The sky is filled with clouds, 

My mind is too.

The pot that used to hold the money plant is half-filled,

Leaves drained,

Stems uprooted.

Just like me.

I have been looking for my roots.

I have been looking for a stem to stand on.

I have been waiting for a love like yours to fill me. 

But is it possible?

Can someone love like the first love?

I am wishing for a love that will be final.

No more explorations of the wanderlands,

Of the unseen.

I have seen a fairy-tale-like love.

Oh, my bad.

I did not understand that the potion of love, once and for all, is enough.

You could be my world, and I did not need another realm to explore.

But I failed you miserably.

I failed myself. 

Now, like a widow, I keep waiting for your arrival.

From the heavens,

From above,

Or, beneath.

Like Hadis or Jesus or Thunder like Apollo,

I want you to take me off my feet.

Swipe the sands from eyesight,

Remove the dust of the shady heydays.

Someone like you would only cause me to end this suffering.

I keep replaying the memories and comparing you with every other.

Oh, the foul destiny that tore me apart from the most loving.

I always dreamt of feeling loved.

I always dreamt of being adored this much.

But, I could not value what came to me easily.

So, now I don't want to explore the world that is unlike you.

Now, I don't want to go through the route of love that would remind me of you!

My heart told me not to bother anymore!

It will take care of what it lost!


©® Farheen Akter Bhuian Nancy 

Timestamp: 11.11 am, T-4




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