Will I ever find my soulmate?
Who will bathe me with love,
bring peace like a dove,
Who will be more compassionate?

Whose heart will reflect in their eyes,
Bright like the stars that shine in the night skies?

Where are you, my beloved?
When will I find you?
I’ve preserved everything I have to give you.
I want to be loved, to be adored —
By you, the one whose love I desire,
Like a candle in a dark room needs fire.

Who will water me like someone waters a dying flower,
Take care of me like I’m battling a fever?

Who will hold me close on nights so cold,
Whispers of warmth, a refuge to behold?
Who will ease my worries, calm my mind,
And appreciate the love that’s so hard to find?

Who will see me for all that I am —
Flaws, doubts, weaknesses — yet still call me their gem?
Who will grow with me, side by side,
Across every storm, every high and low ride?

- THE END -

© 2025 June, Hasanur Rahman Shaikh.
All rights reserved.

Daydreaming under neon luminance
I’m dancing through dark spaces
Where the light divides lines
If I touch, I wake
If I wake you fade.

How can I wade through space?
In the waves of time misplaced
When every time my eyes close
I’m seeing heartbeats strobe your face.

When can I travel beyond the path of reason?
When am I more than a winged insect to your fires?

I’m swimming
Into the purple and blues of this room,
Finding the beauty and reason
To bring you back to me,
We are like the roots of a forest
We tangle endlessly.

So let me sleep,
Let it be a token of my release
You’re a drug I need,
I’d die of withdrawal if you depleted
And if it’s a worshipping you need,
I’d break the pattern,
Submit to you as you have to me.

Whip me with your leather,
Tie me to the bed posts,
Do with me whatever,
I don’t want to lose this,
Need to feel my purpose
Spotting you with love bites
I can see you clearly in the low lights,
So as my eyes close won’t you come home?

Your coffee rings still
stain
the kitchen counter.

Pinned maps
of the vacation
we never took
         hang
                             crooked
  now.

Our pictures on the wall.
Shrines
to what we once
were.

I hold your forgotten
t-shirt —
this stubborn map
of you.

My fingers hover over
the 'send' button,
before
falling
into
my
lap.

Night seeps through
these windows
and your memory
burns.

Flashing
like
broken
film.