There’s a purgatorial break between these stretches …flaxen against the lights
I am not a single name. Not a single wound.
Grey chips of rough cement Rust rubble all around,
This was the way it ended: not with fire, But carried quietly under sleep-beds,
I cannot tell you that I want to be intoxicated, inebriated, and stashed away for the rest of eternity while holding your hand at the mediocre fair in the middle of the crowd of ill-mannered school-children who grew up too soon
It said, 'You've brought a return ticket with you friend / Remember, people are not meant to be held onto.'
The mind craves to fly far away. / In the guise of a beggar, eyes wet with tears
The moon is a cheeseball, Cratered, yellow, and huge like your eyeballs
Moving mindlessly and / Etching every alley along the way / With verses devoted to you
You thought you had escaped, didn't you? / Outran everything that weighed you down
Li’l Del is walking all alone Li’l Del wants to find her way home.
Sometimes at early dawn / You overpower my eyelids / And won’t let me wake up
We'll put up feigned politicians / And their fake promises instead
Tell me about this life you live behind the curtain…
What matters when there's a Motherland to defend?
at night I look past my window / moon like a bruise hoisted on the shoulder of onlookers / as they draw their curtains
you don't recognise yourself, / everything is lost like a fish in Lethean space. / you have mistaken truth for love again
Here are a few things I learned in the one month we haven’t spoken
face to face, 20 taka in my pocket and this keyless map do you think love ever ends?
