Here are a few things I learned in the one month we haven’t spoken
you don't recognise yourself, / everything is lost like a fish in Lethean space. / you have mistaken truth for love again
at night I look past my window / moon like a bruise hoisted on the shoulder of onlookers / as they draw their curtains
I hope you fight with your mother when you have a migraine, / I hope there's a holud ceremony playing item songs right beside your building
Pebbles strewn pavement Keep drawing me back
face to face, 20 taka in my pocket and this keyless map do you think love ever ends?
The love of the city prevails over the love of kulfi
This is the first time I let you in, but you’ve already made yourself at home. You are bumbling around in my kitchen, as though you have been making me tea for a lifetime.
I needed to de-escalate.
"Love" did not have me at 'hello' Nor does it cure the cries
Words have crashed onto your shores
Kissing strangers only feels good
Your gaze, a dagger, cuts through me
