Eternal Fantasy
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Khairul Ahsan
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When the two hearts connect,
The distance reduces to nought.
The fog may blur the two eyes,
Not the inner eye of the heart.
When the yearning of the hearts
Sets in motion a silent dialogue,
The process could be mysterious,
And to a miracle may be analogous.
As the dialogue stops, it kick-starts
Monologues of fanciful possibilities.
Capricious thoughts defy flow charts,
And take a flight to perceived eternity.
Forget the submarine cables,
Forget the internet connectivity.
Even when they go to the graves,
They connect through telepathy.
Dhaka
08 April 2014
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