Still.

I miss you so much in this moment. My skin comes alive with chills. My eyes, with tears. My heart with a dull, familiar ache.

I wish you could hear me. I wish you could sense how much I need you. I wish you could see who I am. I wish you would come back to me again.

How could you just let me go And live on without a word or a thought?

How could you just walk away Without a wonder or a regret?

How am I supposed to forget you When your body brought me to life? Even though you almost extinguished the fire in my soul.

Your neck. Your back. Your arms. Your hands.

Your fingers.

Your chest. Your stomach. Your hips.

Your thighs. Your calves. Your feet. Your toes.

The heat between your legs.

Your hair. Your ears.

Your eyes. Those eyes.

Your lips. Your nose.

Your voice. Your breath.

Your kisses.

Your smile. Your laughter.

I miss all of you. I remember all of you. Every precious inch of you.

I remember the way you felt inside of me. I remember the way your body moved, Always with intention; Always in control. Steady. Strong.

I remember the weight of your silhouette And your hips between my legs While you leaned down to kiss me And I curled my fingers in your hair, Wrapped my thighs around your waist.

I let myself dissolve into your rhythm. I let you lose yourself inside of me.

I remember catching your groans in my throat, The play of your tongue.

I remember how it felt To inhale your breath. It was sweeter than any air. It was pure energy. It fed me.

I remember your whispers. Your questions. Your instructions. Your revelations. “Yes.”

I begged you “Please.” Always. “More.”

I called out to God. I moaned your praises.

You are etched into my mind.

You are traced into my soul.

You are bringing me to my knees. Without a word, without a glance, without a breath.

I’m shackled by a memory. A ghost.

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Clicking as they reach the ground.

Click clack,

Click clack.

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I swear to you I'm trying

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অনন্ত প্রেম

তোমারেই যেন ভালোবাসিয়াছি

শত রূপে শত বার

জনমে জনমে, যুগে যুগে অনিবার।

চিরকাল ধরে মুগ্ধ হৃদয়

গাঁথিয়াছে গীতহার,

কত রূপ ধরে পরেছ গলায়,

নিয়েছ সে উপহার

জনমে জনমে যুগে যুগে অনিবার।

যত শুনি সেই অতীত কাহিনী,

প্রাচীন প্রেমের ব্যথা,

অতি পুরাতন বিরহমিলনকথা,

অসীম অতীতে চাহিতে চাহিতে

দেখা দেয় অবশেষে

কালের তিমিররজনী ভেদিয়া

তোমারি মুরতি এসে,

চিরস্মৃতিময়ী ধ্রুবতারকার বেশে।

আমরা দুজনে ভাসিয়া এসেছি

যুগল প্রেমের স্রোতে

অনাদিকালের হৃদয়-উৎস হতে।

আমরা দুজনে করিয়াছি খেলা

কোটি প্রেমিকের মাঝে

বিরহবিধুর নয়নসলিলে,

মিলনমধুর লাজে-

পুরাতন প্রেম নিত্যনুতন সাজে।

আজি সেই চিরদিবসের প্রেম

অবসান লভিয়াছে

রাশি রাশি হয়ে তোমার পায়ের কাছে।

নিখিলের সুখ, নিখিলের দুখ,

নিখিল প্রাণের প্রীতি,

একটি প্রেমের মাঝারে মিশেছে

সকল প্রেমের স্মৃতি-

সকল কালের সকল কবির গীতি

Unending Love

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times...

In life after life, in age after age, forever.

My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,

That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,

In life after life, in age after age, forever.

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it's age old pain,

It's ancient tale of being apart or together.

As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,

Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.

You become an image of what is remembered forever.

You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.

At the heart of time, love of one for another.

We have played along side millions of lovers,

Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting,

the distressful tears of farewell,

Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you

The love of all man's days both past and forever:

Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.

The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours -

And the songs of every poet past and forever.

Rabindranath Tagore, Unending Love অনন্ত প্রেম

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