YOUR ETERNAL NAME IN THE CHEST OF TIME - Musharraf Hussain (Goalpara, Assam, India) & Thi Lan Anh Tran (Aschaffenburg Germany)

 

YOUR ETERNAL NAME IN THE CHEST OF TIME

 

Authors:

Musharraf Hussain

(Goalpara, Assam, India)

 

Thi Lan Anh Tran (Aschaffenburg Germany)

 

Date: 06 April 2026

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I feel a quiet fear when I think of you—

Like an unfamiliar star

Suddenly lit in the dusk sky,

And someone whispers—

“It belongs to you.”

 

I smile.

Because to believe

That something so beautiful

Could ever be mine—

Feels slightly absurd.

 

When you smile—

The world pauses for a moment,

And the rational man inside me

Warns softly—

“Careful! This is love.”

I reply—

“I know.”

Yet, I do not step away.

 

Love—

Is not something grand;

It is a little mad, a little childish,

And a little inconvenient—

Like rising market prices:

Illogical, yet inevitable.

 

Nature laughs at me—

The wind says, “You are finished.”

The river says, “This is the beginning.”

The trees remain silent—

For they know,

Love cannot be written in words.

 

I am an ordinary man—

Worn by daily worries,

Entangled in small struggles,

Yet you arrived—

And within me were born

A poet, a philosopher,

And a little madness.

 

Humanity—

A vast stage,

Where everyone performs their roles:

Some heroes, some villains—

And I?

Only a lover,

Searching for my true history in your eyes.

 

Time—

This cruel, indifferent time—

Devours everything,

Yet the moments spent with you

Strangely become immortal.

Is this the craft of love,

Or the defeat of time?

 

I fear—

Not death,

But that day

When even your memory will fade.

For love is not mere presence—

It is an unshaken feeling

Even in absence.

 

If one day—

The world ends,

Rivers dry,

Humans forget their names—

What will remain?

 

Perhaps—

A single word: “You”

Within which hides

My entire existence.

 

This is eternity—

A tiny seed of love

Planted in the chest of time,

Untouched even by death.

 

Do you know—

Love is never perfect,

It is a little awkward, a little ridiculous,

And a little painful—

Just like life.

 

Yet—

This is true—

If someday you ask me,

“What is the meaning of life?”

I will not answer philosophically—

I will simply say—

“You.”

 

Because

Love is the only truth—

That bends time,

Silences death,

And makes a human

Truly human.

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