A city made out of dust
Love, measured in the thickness
Of our pizza crust
Look at me, stranger!
Do you want my trust?
Will you keep it safe?
Put it in your chest pocket, so it doesn't chafe!
I have loved with all my broken bones,
I deposit hope in dirty lakes and their stones
I have lost, lost from every pore
And still, I want to live
One more sip of my cup, one more remaining puff
One last conversation, about ridiculous random stuff
My chest feels like it could hold a whole eco system
A burnt swatch of land to build a whole kingdom
Tell me, would you come?
Would you catch fireflies to light up nightmare slums?
There'd be a lot of people in the town built on my heart
But I'd give you the quietest corner to build upon your art
On sunny evenings I'll come by for tea
Tell me, am I welcome, would you let me see?
In monsoon, I'd bring you flowers
I'd spin you a different tale
Of a princess who builds her own towers
I imagined us, over a steaming cup
I dreamt us into a home, into our little hub
Somehow, distance made loving you so easy
Oh childhood dream! Tonight, I am surviving, I'm busy.
Tanjila Talukdar is an aspiring poet trying to learn the magic of human emotions through her love of words. She is currently pursuing her LLB degree at Bangladesh University of Professionals.