Humankind often suffers unnecessarily.
We long so deeply to be understood by others
that we overlook one essential thing:
Before seeking understanding, look carefully at who stands before you.
Do they carry the same emotional depth, the same moral weight, as you do?
If not, then there is little reason to suffer over being misunderstood.
For the deeper you are, the more likely you are to remain unread by lesser depths.
Yet that is both your blessing and their punishment.
A strange kind of grace—
to remain beyond the grasp of those
who are fascinated by what they can never reach,
and resent what they cannot possess.
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 1:44 PM UTC
When something real is lost,
Shadows are often mistaken for its return—
Fragments stitched together,
Echoes of what once felt whole.
A borrowed taste here and there
.......
Called resemblance,
Mistaken for revival—
As if devotion could be rebuilt
From scattered details.
But essence is not a pattern,
Not something hands can replicate.
It lives in the unspoken,
In moments that will not repeat.
You may mirror every surface,
Trace every outline once adored—
Hoping her presence lingers in borrowed breath—
Yet what made her so real
Was something that no one could or can ever restore.
The unread person, untaken paths,
Unachieved dreams of theirs left unresolved maths.
But In life’s vast canvas, where choices unfold,
Why mirror another, when you can be gold?
Be the brushstroke—unique and true,
A masterpiece, not a pattern to pursue.
Comparing shadows leads nowhere found,
True confidence blooms in peace, without a sound.
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 4:58 PM UTC
To be seen in behavior and patterns—
that can be endured.
But to be seen at the core,
where the child still aches—
that is unbearable.
The greater the fear of being seen,
the deeper the longing for it.
She moved past the false self
and touched the wound beneath.
She saw not the performance,
but the performer.
Not the grandiosity,
but the wound it guarded—
a fragile shield
for what was never meant to be hidden.
It is called
unillusioned, unflinching recognition.
Some people are like their own fragrance—
you may sense them, feel them linger,
but the name of their secret
is never truly yours to know.
The more bitter its taste,
the sweeter its aftertaste.
Because the one who is truly independent is, by nature, unpredictable.
And what is unpredictable cannot be controlled or reduced to manipulation.
Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 6:52 PM UTC
The myth that goodness draws all hearts,
A tale that's told, but often departs.
Only those with strength, with spirit refined,
Can bear the weight of a heart that's aligned.
Not all can see the light we bring,
Only those with mirrored strength can sing.
The best will cherish what you offer true,
For lesser souls will envy, not behold anew.
You're my partner, soul aligned.
Benchmark of virtue, where hearts entwine.
Morals unshaken, values pure as gold.
For ten years, you've crowned me your queen,
Placing me beside you, - king unmatched and unseen.
Your soul's wild beauty, a secure shore,
Actions speak louder, than words ever bore.
My growth ignites your pride, as yours does mine,
Our hearts aligned, no space for disguise or decline.
A decade shows in your eyes, that sparkle and glow,
Each time you introduce me, your world to know.
Because if the man knows he has a gem and he is ENOUGH, he lets her shine.
Yours is a kingdom, where I proudly reside.
Since day one, you've led with gentle might,
A man who is secured, just confident reign with no need to possess.
When a man stands mighty, stripped of disguise,
A smart woman surrenders with heart's wise eyes.
Her heart and compass point to his lead.
Together, we journey where trust is bred...
Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 4:51 PM UTC
Don't dim your radiance to comfort their storm,
Nor lower or lose yourself to match their inward form.
They'll likely drag you down, in their sway,
Uplifting each other, is the healthy way.
In mutual rise, we find our strength,
A bond that grows- a true heart's length.
Support the climb, don't pave the fall,
Together, we rise, or alone we wall.
Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 3:55 AM UTC
They envy the spark that glows within,
A light they wish they could call their kin.
So they attempt to dim your radiant beam,
A reflex to belittle, a desperate scheme.
Those you uplift, will try to bring you low,
A twisted gratitude, a heart that doesn't know.
But they'll return, not with admiration's gaze,
Nor confessions whispered, in a humbled daze.
Their intent is hidden, veiled in disguise,
A return to drain, not to recognize.
Be wary of the ones who can't behold,
The light you carry, a treasure to unfold.
You still didn't earn me as your enemy,
A title you seek, but I'll keep it denied.
Flourish, but the gate's locked, the door's shut tight,
Grow elsewhere, for in my space, you won't take flight.
Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 1:57 AM UTC
My peace is a fortress, unbreachable and strong,
If they yet crave attention, my presence is the gong.
If truth ignites their inner storm,
It reveals the shadows they try to keep from form.
My calm is my power.
Their reaction is a mirror, reflecting their shade.
If they're triggered by the truth, Then it exposes them.
#youcantimpressme
#accessdeniedforever
Feb 9
Feb 9, 2026 at 5:56 PM UTC
Insecurity twisted the truth and struck, when control was lost,
While confidence stood tall, guided by moral worth.
When insecurity hit below the belt, so desperate to win his game,
Confidence felt pity for such a weak claim.
...
But Insecurity's blows were aimed to hurt and to wound,
Confidence didn't need to prove, or to fight,
It knew its worth and shined with inner light.
Though this was the game changing part.
He forever lost her respect and trust...
Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 6:43 PM UTC