kiran-nasim - Hello Poetry

I just stand aside on the shore.. Just watching the highs and lows of the sea, Like a dancer in a field — With moments syncing to the lyric of the waves. Hitting me, giving pleasure to me, Striking my feet, flowing through my sadness — As if they dance just for me, Or were even dyed only for me. This whole is just another world for me, Where there is no sorrow, Nothing that grieves me... No one to ****** away my peace. A vast, clear sea without boundaries, A sea where letters flow and dance, And bleed from my pen — Bleeding out all my thoughts. By KIRAN

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Mar 9

Mar 9, 2026 at 2:09 PM UTC

Aside on the SHORE

I just stand aside on the shore.. Just watching the highs and lows of the sea, Like a dancer in a field — With moments syncing to the lyric of the waves. Hitting me, giving pleasure to me, Striking my feet, flowing through my sadness — As if they dance just for me, Or were even dyed only for me. This whole is just another world for me, Where there is no sorrow, Nothing that grieves me... No one to ****** away my peace. A vast, clear sea without boundaries, A sea where letters flow and dance, And bleed from my pen — Bleeding out all my thoughts. By KIRAN

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Oh dear! Lesson… The beat of my heart, The breath of a soul. That always just tries To say something… To write and bleed Feelings through the pen, Like an unbounded river flows, Like a free bird flying high. But… the words never support like you. They never capture the true feeling. Like a soldier in practice Who misses his aim every time. Still, I never stop writing, Never stop bleeding from the pen… As this pen works like a blade That strikes its knife deep within. Deep and deep in my wounds, It encloses and breaks me, Like one on his last breath Prays to God to ease the pain. And it blows the fire even stronger, Burning the veins inside me. But perhaps, it’s not the pen’s fault. Perhaps I feel it deeply— From the core of my heart, From the depth of my mind. Or… maybe it’s your mistake, That you made me feel like this.

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Dec 16, 2025

Dec 16, 2025 at 5:13 AM UTC

THE WRITERS WOUNDS

Oh dear! Lesson… The beat of my heart, The breath of a soul. That always just tries To say something… To write and bleed Feelings through the pen, Like an unbounded river flows, Like a free bird flying high. But… the words never support like you. They never capture the true feeling. Like a soldier in practice Who misses his aim every time. Still, I never stop writing, Never stop bleeding from the pen… As this pen works like a blade That strikes its knife deep within. Deep and deep in my wounds, It encloses and breaks me, Like one on his last breath Prays to God to ease the pain. And it blows the fire even stronger, Burning the veins inside me. But perhaps, it’s not the pen’s fault. Perhaps I feel it deeply— From the core of my heart, From the depth of my mind. Or… maybe it’s your mistake, That you made me feel like this.

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Oh dear! Lesson… The beat of my heart, The breath of a soul. That always just tries To say something… To write and bleed Feelings through the pen, Like an unbounded river flows, Like a free bird flying high. But… the words never support like you. They never capture the true feeling. Like a soldier in practice Who misses his aim every time. Still, I never stop writing, Never stop bleeding from the pen… As this pen works like a blade That strikes its knife deep within. Deep and deep in my wounds, It encloses and breaks me, Like one on his last breath Prays to God to ease the pain. And it blows the fire even stronger, Burning the veins inside me. But perhaps, it’s not the pen’s fault. Perhaps I feel it deeply— From the core of my heart, From the depth of my mind. Or… maybe it’s your mistake, That you made me feel like this.

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Dec 16, 2025

Dec 16, 2025 at 5:11 AM UTC

THE WRITERS WOUNDS

Oh dear! Lesson… The beat of my heart, The breath of a soul. That always just tries To say something… To write and bleed Feelings through the pen, Like an unbounded river flows, Like a free bird flying high. But… the words never support like you. They never capture the true feeling. Like a soldier in practice Who misses his aim every time. Still, I never stop writing, Never stop bleeding from the pen… As this pen works like a blade That strikes its knife deep within. Deep and deep in my wounds, It encloses and breaks me, Like one on his last breath Prays to God to ease the pain. And it blows the fire even stronger, Burning the veins inside me. But perhaps, it’s not the pen’s fault. Perhaps I feel it deeply— From the core of my heart, From the depth of my mind. Or… maybe it’s your mistake, That you made me feel like this.

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WHISPER IN THE HEART CAVE I just stand aside on the shore... Just watching the highs and lows of the sea, Like a dancer in a field — With moments syncing to the lyric of the waves. Hitting me, giving pleasure to me, Striking my feet, flowing through my sadness — As if they dance just for me, Or were even dyed only for me. This whole is just another world for me, Where there is no sorrow, Nothing that grieves me... No one to ****** away my peace. A vast, clear sea without boundaries, A sea where letters flow and dance, And bleed from my pen — Bleeding out all my thoughts. By KIRAN

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Nov 24, 2025

Nov 24, 2025 at 8:11 AM UTC

WHISPER IN THE HEART CAVE

WHISPER IN THE HEART CAVE I just stand aside on the shore... Just watching the highs and lows of the sea, Like a dancer in a field — With moments syncing to the lyric of the waves. Hitting me, giving pleasure to me, Striking my feet, flowing through my sadness — As if they dance just for me, Or were even dyed only for me. This whole is just another world for me, Where there is no sorrow, Nothing that grieves me... No one to ****** away my peace. A vast, clear sea without boundaries, A sea where letters flow and dance, And bleed from my pen — Bleeding out all my thoughts. By KIRAN

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I met a shadow — a man, a friend — Wandering alone on a darkened path, With no chance to return again From that long, shadowy night. But once again, when light appeared, I came closer, step by step, And asked him why he still waited, Hoping to be real — to walk again with me. In that deep, dark night, I felt him. I touched him, and gently said, “I am yours,” but still, he could not See me, nor reach for my hand. Yet somehow, he sensed me — Like a flower feels the scent around it, Like sunlight touches a cold morning. I thought and felt just a little — Maybe I still exist for someone, Maybe I’m still someone’s favorite. By KIRAN

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Oct 25, 2025

Oct 25, 2025 at 10:00 AM UTC

A meeting with shadow

I met a shadow — a man, a friend — Wandering alone on a darkened path, With no chance to return again From that long, shadowy night. But once again, when light appeared, I came closer, step by step, And asked him why he still waited, Hoping to be real — to walk again with me. In that deep, dark night, I felt him. I touched him, and gently said, “I am yours,” but still, he could not See me, nor reach for my hand. Yet somehow, he sensed me — Like a flower feels the scent around it, Like sunlight touches a cold morning. I thought and felt just a little — Maybe I still exist for someone, Maybe I’m still someone’s favorite. By KIRAN

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_Flap and Fly_ They just flap and fly. They depart the ground, yet remain. They reach for heights, And brush the sky above. I just stand behind and watch What my gaze can truly capture— Never praised, never told, A white dove, in white cotton. They shine in my sight at the perfect moment, Their boundaries stretch beyond the known, Their feathers, free from any weight. They just flap — and fly.

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Oct 9, 2025

Oct 9, 2025 at 12:51 PM UTC

Flap and fly

_Flap and Fly_ They just flap and fly. They depart the ground, yet remain. They reach for heights, And brush the sky above. I just stand behind and watch What my gaze can truly capture— Never praised, never told, A white dove, in white cotton. They shine in my sight at the perfect moment, Their boundaries stretch beyond the known, Their feathers, free from any weight. They just flap — and fly.

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The face that never knew sadness, Always met hardship with patience. A face where prosperity always stayed, A smile from which worries once strayed. But now that smile is lost in the dark, Perhaps it's shining on another mark. Or maybe it's scared, hidden from sight, Because now the worries come to light. Oh! God, plz return the lost smile I can't face the same face without smile And the face himself, ashamed without smile The tiredness in the wounds, can’t face by me The man who always taught me to smile Now, he himself lost his smile.

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Sep 26, 2025

Sep 26, 2025 at 6:55 AM UTC

Behind the smile 😒

The face that never knew sadness, Always met hardship with patience. A face where prosperity always stayed, A smile from which worries once strayed. But now that smile is lost in the dark, Perhaps it's shining on another mark. Or maybe it's scared, hidden from sight, Because now the worries come to light. Oh! God, plz return the lost smile I can't face the same face without smile And the face himself, ashamed without smile The tiredness in the wounds, can’t face by me The man who always taught me to smile Now, he himself lost his smile.

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I Just Wanna Ask a Question I just wanna ask a question, Is the word "SACRIFICE"just for girls? Not go out — you are a girl, Not take the better one — you are a girl. I cried and cried but they had no answer, To why a girl sacrifices it all — The place where she grew, The reality she trusted the most, And herself, her feelings — just for others' happiness. Is this all the life a girl lives? Is a girl really born to live for others?

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Jul 21, 2025

Jul 21, 2025 at 10:19 AM UTC

The cost of " just a girl"

I Just Wanna Ask a Question I just wanna ask a question, Is the word "SACRIFICE"just for girls? Not go out — you are a girl, Not take the better one — you are a girl. I cried and cried but they had no answer, To why a girl sacrifices it all — The place where she grew, The reality she trusted the most, And herself, her feelings — just for others' happiness. Is this all the life a girl lives? Is a girl really born to live for others?

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The Cage* I just bind, as parrot in cage… Flapping wings for freedom… in cage. This cage is gilded… But how worthy may, cage remains prisoned. Oh! Oh master! Expel my heart, That always forces to fly and flirt. But… the prison and the cage, I just bind, as parrot in cage. Instead, I hold onto hope… Once, break this powerful, the cage rope…

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Jul 13, 2025

Jul 13, 2025 at 4:25 AM UTC

The prison

The Cage* I just bind, as parrot in cage… Flapping wings for freedom… in cage. This cage is gilded… But how worthy may, cage remains prisoned. Oh! Oh master! Expel my heart, That always forces to fly and flirt. But… the prison and the cage, I just bind, as parrot in cage. Instead, I hold onto hope… Once, break this powerful, the cage rope…

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The loneliness I face Will never be forgotten by my soul. The darkness that caught me, The light wind that scattered me, Wondering like gossip whispering near me. I’ve faced many waves, but none like that. Now fear enters my soul— The fear looks like a killing weapon to my soul. Yet still, I stand—unbroken, whole, With hope and fire within my soul.

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Jul 13, 2025

Jul 13, 2025 at 2:44 AM UTC

The face of darkness

The loneliness I face Will never be forgotten by my soul. The darkness that caught me, The light wind that scattered me, Wondering like gossip whispering near me. I’ve faced many waves, but none like that. Now fear enters my soul— The fear looks like a killing weapon to my soul. Yet still, I stand—unbroken, whole, With hope and fire within my soul.

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