#onlinelove
Beneath the metro’s twilight hum,
I stood where all the strangers come.
My voice was low, my fingers tight
Around a phone that lit the night.
She spoke — the girl I’d never met,
Whose voice had warmed each day we’d yet
To bridge the miles from screen to skin,
A year apart, but close within.
A village boy from Bengal's rain,
I came by train, through fear and strain.
She hailed from cities far and wide,
A nurse, on duty, time denied.
But just today, for half an hour,
She’d slip from work’s unyielding tower,
And meet me by this concrete gate,
Where pulse and platform danced with fate.
“Gate Four,” I said. “I’m here. Waiting.”
She whispered back, “I see you. Wait.”
My eyes spun fast through faces blurred,
My chest beat loud with love unheard.
Then there she stood — not far, but near,
In steps that wiped away the year.
I thought, “She’s tall.” My throat went dry.
But closer now — we matched in eye.
She didn’t speak — just took my hand,
And led me through this foreign land.
Across the road, beneath the sky,
Our silence hummed a soft reply.
She bought me food — a chicken thigh.
(Though she eats none. I wondered why.)
We sat, she watched, I tried to speak —
But time was short and words were weak.
“I have to go,” she said at last.
And just like that, the moment passed.
No kiss, no vow, no sweeping song —
Just fingers held a moment long.
She turned and walked back to the light,
A nurse again in white and night.
And I — I rode the metro home,
Still feeling less alone, alone.
That evening, after duties done,
We typed the things we’d left unsung.
And somewhere in that crowded thread,
She softly said, “You held my hand.”
The clock moved on. The dreams, they stayed.
A new day dawned, but I replayed
That half an hour — a fleeting grace
When time stood still, and I saw her face.
- THE END -
© 2025 June, Hasanur Rahman Shaikh.
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Jun 5, 2025
Jun 5, 2025 at 5:38 AM UTC
My love, on the other side of the sea.
The only way we can talk is through the dimly lit screen.
Your hand reaches out as mine does too,
only to be stopped by the stupid laptop.
Oh, how I wish I could see your face instead of your picture
and fold myself into your chest instead of only dreaming of your arms around me at rest.
You're the one who completes me my love, on the other side of the sea,
yet the only one with the key is this dimly lit screen..
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 2:47 AM UTC
I was naive enough to believe that we’d be the exception,
The ones to beat the odds put up against them,
Instead I’ve realised that I was merely a stop in your journey,
A lesson to learn along the way when you got lonely.
You held my hand in the dark,
I gave you a thousand reasons to not let me go,
It was my fault for basing my love on pure affection,
I thought I was giving your life direction.
Negative opinions on us would scare me sometimes,
But the future I saw in your eyes told me otherwise,
Now I spend every second of each day all alone,
Wondering if I’ll ever hear you stop by to say ’Hello’.
After everything that has gone down,
I’d understand if you couldn’t face me now,
I wouldn’t hesitate to walk away if you asked me to,
Even if it meant that I’d be losing the one good thing that I once knew.
Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 1:00 PM UTC
I asked myself tonight…
Am I lost, or am I a ghost?
Walking through these city lights
that don’t feel like home no more.
People talk with typing hands,
not eyes, not hearts, not truth.
Everyone’s locked inside a phone,
and I got no one to talk to.
Feels like the world’s on mute,
every soul on flight mode—
And I’m just standing here
with a heart that’s stuck on loud.
I’m a ghost in the crowd,
fading out, fading out—
Searching for love in a world
where love is just a filter now.
I’m a heartbeat too real
for a world that’s shut down—
Tell me, who do I trust
when every “love” is just online
and nothing’s real…
nothing’s real anymore?
I tried finding love online,
but every “forever” breaks by dawn.
Sweet words come and go like lies,
leaving echoes when they’re gone.
Feels like everyone’s controlled
by a world inside their screens—
And I’m the only one left here
still searching for something clean.
I’m a ghost in the crowd,
fading out, fading out—
Searching for love in a world
where love is just a filter now.
I’m a heartbeat too real
for a world that’s shut down—
Tell me, who do I trust
when every “love” is just online
and nothing’s real…
nothing’s real anymore?
Dec 5, 2025
Dec 5, 2025 at 7:26 AM UTC