OUR STORIES

My story was headed its way Met your story someday, The stories entered each other Through a fissure, a point of weakness, Love bloomed as our stories became one. Thunderclaps, raindrops falling on our heads Sparkles of gold dust, kisses and a warm embrace, Bodies like our stories entwined Becoming one in lustful longing. Then comes a morning of yellow gold sun Nothing shines, nothing glimmers Our stories have gone their separate ways Fissures open up and we go out Looking for stories anew, to merge To begin love again or stay lonely till the days of greys.

Dhaka, 5th March 2019.