“…And If We Won’t Burn Together, I’ll Burn Alone.”

when the lovers lose love,

and it does happen-

it’ll be slow.

he will stop doing the little things,

she will stop caring as much.

she will convince herself that she’s fighting for herself,

and soon realize she has been fighting for him.

when the lovers lose love,

the people around them will be confused.

“you seemed so happy”

“what happened?”

“are you okay?”

when the lovers lose love,

she will cry herself to sleep.

she will second guess her decisions.

she will continue down the path of losing herself completely.

when the lovers lose love,

he will make excuses for the things he did,

he will sit alone and try to figure out a plan to grab her attention,

he’ll think of how it use to be.

when the lovers lose love,

it is sad.

but it gets better.

when the lovers lose love,

and it does happen-

it’ll be slow.

He chose the latter. . . . . .

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The Art of Memoir, Mary Karr

“Believe in yourself. You are braver than you think, more talented than you know, and capable of more than you imagine.”

— Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart

"Such aching mystery hides, in your stardust-glimmer eyes."

~John Mark Green // Taste the Wild Wonder

Nizar Qabbani once wrote There are some people that we didn't forget, but we don't smile anymore when they're mentioned.

Just like Ahmad Faraz said Ab tere zikr pe hum baat badal dete hain, kitni raghbat thi tere naam se pehle pehle

Like the sound of dew, the end of the day brings evening; the kite erases the scent of the sunshine; when all the colors of the world are faded, the manuscript is arranged, the fireflies and their colors flicker in that story; all the birds come home - all the rivers end this life’s works; there is only darkness, and she sits in front of me, Banalata Sen.

- Jibananda Das, Banalata Sen

Aphrodite of Bengal

হে দেবী, বিজয়া কল্যানি, মধুর আখিয়া

দিয়া চাইও, মরুভূমির সে ঠায়ের থেকে।

বঙ্গ জুরিয়া না, জনাকি উজ্জ্বল কীরণ

দিব আর্তির ঠালোয়ে। বিধাতা নয়নি,

বিজয়া কল্যানি, প্রসাদ এ লয়ো নিয়ে॥

— "বিজয়া" (২০২১)

- Wit, Oathbringer