Allure Poem by Manabendra Lal Bhuyan

The anomalies shine harder than the laws you can derive.
The glimpse I should not have had is carved harder than the hands held daily.
The audacity of being both fleeting and unreachable, the brand of absence.

One bland smile, a glimpse of it, is worth a thousand goals.
Behind the smile, the shape I never touched.
Perhaps the flash itself is enough; I don't need the after.
The strange tenderness is in choosing stillness.

The world measures by hands held.
Yet the ache of missing touch becomes a quiet triumph, a pulse.
The art of desire, of cherishing what never belonged.
Or perhaps the art of not claiming what could have belonged, so I can love it as if it never did.

For in stillness, I have everything:
The flash, the air, the lingering scent,
And the impossibility.

Forbidden Beauty always imprints harder.