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Only lie, your words
Shakib Lohani, Translated by Ahmed Tahsin Shams
Published : Saturday, 18 March, 2017 at 12:00 AM, Update: 17.03.2017 8:04:42 PM, Count : 70
My hands're on yours, we sat
in our dining, and I re-felt newly
your cozy-delicacy.
Your eye-balls were so alive!
In a whispering tone, you lipped,
"Full to the brim with books and books.
What a maginificent room!"

You confessed your love for poetry,
and more for my verses.
Delighted inside, I thought
you'd stay longer tonight.
But you're in rush,
and something was ringing, ringing,
and ringing...

Cuddle-moments, I sought a lot,
and heard your hurry-tone,
"Its late. I must leave."

My hands touched the soft-petal-like
smiling cheeks of yours.
My lips tasted your few-times-closed eyes.
But you're in rush,
and something was ringing, ringing,
and ringing...

As clock ticks,
on my bed, your crosslegs found home,
and you voiced your teen-tragic-tales;
my hands on yours, as if tied knot,
and monsoon in your eyes.
All of a sudden, you rushed
towards the balcony.
No plan I had,
what to do in my desert-home... 
Again, cuddle-moments, I sought...
you're not at ease,
rather in rush,
and something was ringing, ringing,
and ringing...

Previously, in few-moments-sight of yours,
my words tumbled,
and I fumbled, like a newly-in-love teen,

"Only love your smile,
not the youthful-curves and touchy-charms."

And today, in my desert-home, I realized,
all those words're merely words.
Thirsty, was I, to drink the warmth of your lips.
I wish, under a moon-lit-night veil,
to call you, and be a refugee of your bosom,
a long-desired cuddle-moment with you
to measure the quietness lying in no-distance
between the 'beats.  
But, truly, something was haunting you,
and something was ringing, ringing,
and ringing...

Slightly, lightly, without a notice,
you moved towards my door,
and bade, "As I know the way,
will revisit for longer than this day,
someday."
Infront of the lift, I was gifted my long-cherished
cuddle-moment.

Time travelled, seasons changed,
and nights met suns.
Your words were lies...
'cause even for a single second,
what didn't meet after you left---
was only us.








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