Eternal Me
I was born in the attic of a lie
where clocks bled mercury and teeth sang lullabies.
My cradle was a moth’s open wing
tattered with the names of those who vanished.
I drank from a cup made of old apologies.
It filled itself.
It never stopped.
Every step I take folds the map behind me.
Cities forget their names.
Doors refuse to open the same way twice.
I once loved a ghost who wore my shadow.
We danced until my bones remembered hers.
She left a mirror in my chest—
now it swallows whatever I feel.
I have a garden where memories sprout
with mouths full of bees.
They hum old griefs.
They sting when touched.
At night, the stars spell warnings backward.
I read them anyway.
You’ll find me where the river runs uphill,
where the moon casts no light, only questions.
I won’t knock.
I never left.
I only waited
until the story needed me again.
পড়ুন কবিতা: Who’s Gonna Be a Robin Hood!
