Incoherent thoughts that have possessed my mind since time immemorial. Eyes; worn out and hollow. And when I look up,. I see the azure sky. They would have to spend. A dais to land on. Etched, incised, everpresent.

Rowing across the cloudy sky. I found solace in your arms. You rose up like the scintillating sun. And melt my soul with your charm. Out of my wrecked heart. Addicted to your angelic smile. Never did I let your memories drain. Just those dimples on your cheeks. They always drive me insane. One thought of you that struck. Revived my feelings suppressed so long.

In dreams and lies and broken deja-vus. I speak in Bengali,. A language native to the land I grew up in,. Learnt from the people I grew up with-. চ চ , আপন ক মন আছ ন? And I have grown and flown and flowed with it-. With the currents of its syllables,. Soft, rounded, like my paintbrushes,. Alphabet, pure, elegant geometry;. And the mellowed voice it speaks in-. Scratchy and soft and warm,. Like my best memories of my grandma.

You loved her just right,. She started to fall back again. Offer stability or warmth,. With the suppressed tang which. Of herself, and later, when. Alone she would go to the. To you, to me, and even. Herself, that none could.