In the middle of the abyss, I couldn’t help but wonder was it smart to put all my hope in one boat? I’m not sure what brought it on, the boat drifting in the middle of the ocean or the fact that we were letting the wind take us where it pleases. Was this aContinue reading “Set Sail”
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How Are You?
Hey you guys (in my most Kourtney Kardashian voice aka TikTok video inspired), Don’t worry I won’t start this with the normal small talk everyone’s doing. We went from talking about weather to saying things like “It’s a crazy time right now” to “Are you stocked on toilet paper” and then nervously laughing because noneContinue reading “How Are You?”
A Hopeful Romantic
Can I have you in places the world doesn’t see? Your touch at night and your whispers in the morning. Can we run wildly through the 7 seas? To Napa, Paris, Montreal and New York City. Can we always hold on to each other? A future full of happiness and determination to survive. Can IContinue reading “A Hopeful Romantic”
A New Language
Your eyes drew me in first. Like the ocean calling to those wild enough to hear it’s songs. When I look at you and you’re staring into mine. There’s a hint you’re giving me in a language I’m learning as we spend countless hours together. An instant connection that no one in this entire roomContinue reading “A New Language”
Scent
Scent is our most primitive sense. It is so fundamental to our lives from the ones that trigger childhood memories or the ones that help us capture those perfect moments in time. If sadness had a scent it would smell like an abandoned house no longer filled with laughter. If anger had a scent itContinue reading “Scent”
The Wall of Bengal
I have a tendency to become enamored with those who are difficult to understand, who are dreamers but share themselves sparingly and rarely with their whole hearts. I become infatuated with the enigmas of people and their mysteries. Peeling away layers and finding clues to solve their wounds. Maybe that’s why I was drawn toContinue reading “The Wall of Bengal”
Morning Glory
As soon as the sun rises and I open my eyes welcoming another day, my mind finds you sitting there knowing I’ll grab you the first moment I get. It’s hard starting my days without you. It’s as if life and light doesn’t exist if you don’t consume me, sometimes burning my tongue on theContinue reading “Morning Glory”
First Love
When I ask you to name your first love, I’m hoping you eagerly say your own. Imagine how beautiful it would be if your heart was proud of itself? If it remembered that the Universe gave up time with the moon and sun to create you from its celestial pieces. All this magic, just soContinue reading “First Love”
A Song For You
As I boarded the plane my stomach felt like it was doing cartwheels and my anxiety seemed to be climbing a mountain with every minute. This wasn’t a bad feeling but more of an over excitement of seeing you after so long. It felt like ages had passed by since I last touched your faceContinue reading “A Song For You”
The Bengali Belle 