WORDPLAY: Q

Quietly her well-crafted words took over.
I couldn't recall the last time
a voice plagued me as much as hers;
The evoked in my thoughts like a serenade
that was meant to be endeared.
The calm bearing of her eloquence
ensnared an irrefutable aroma
To which my thoughts lay bare in bewilderment-
Her elegance was more that I could bear.
Was it her eyes that spoke more
Or perhaps her lipsthat evermore
conceded a smile bent like the crescent moon,
restrained and subtle.

Let me be the air of your words
Forever drenched in conversations,
Let my lips hover over yours,
Pretending to touch
Immersed in rushed emotions and ineffable desires;
Let them remind me how a lover dreams
For it has been long-
and I have long forgotten
how it feels to fall in love. 

Adnan M. S. Fakir teaches Economics at BRAC University. Outside he directs a documentary film series called "Finding Bangladesh," writes, takes photos, does social activism and travels a lot. He can be reached at [email protected]