"A Nawabi Heart & A Southern Soul
We could be something—
That’s how it began, with a laugh in the text,
"Hello" trailed behind, unsure, but sweet next.
And so it began—two souls from two sides,
North met South, where language and laughter collide.

You said Shab-e-khair, Begum, each night with a smile,
And I? I’d stay floating in that for a while.
From learning my words to calling me "wifey",
You wore every nickname like it fit tightly.

You were the Dosa, I the Chai on the stove,
A mix that somehow just settled and wove.
We joked you'd be chopped, and you joked right back,
"Shall I live at your place?"—our teasing attack.

Your playlist still lingers, each song says my name,
Your words were soft fire, never quite tame.
“Faiza, Faiza,” at 5 in the dawn,
My name on your lips like a holy song.

“You deserve love that feels like a choice,”
You wrote when your silence replaced your voice.
“But I’m not fading, I’ll still be near,”
And God, how your absence still feels unclear.

You said I shine like the moon unaware,
That I glow in ways I never declare.
“You don’t need the sun, Faiza, you’re whole,”
You carved that truth straight into my soul.

“I’d water you, plant, if thirsty you be,”
Your love was both gentle and wildly free.
You knew when I slept, what I ate, what I felt,
Your care was a language in which I would melt.

We matched bios, icons, and dreams on the shelf,
You said, “Selling chai in a cafe I built myself.”
******* in love? You said that with pride,
You’d marry the chaos and still never hide.

“Every day’s yours,” on Women’s Day you swore,
“365 reasons to love you more.”
You'd lie on the floor if I slipped from the bed,
Catch me in dreams, or just hold me instead.

“You're more than you think,” when I doubted my worth,
You'd lift me in ways that redefined Earth.
And even in anger, your love would leak through—
Not great with feelings, but always felt true.

So here’s to the boy who typed with a grin,
Whose jokes were soft shelter I tucked myself in.
If distance is silence, then love is the sound
Of all of your words still echoing around.

And maybe you're gone—or just lost for a while,
But I'll wait, like spring does for flowers to smile.
Because love like this doesn't vanish in air,
It lingers in playlists and midnight care.

And if destiny is kind,
If prayers weigh more than pride—
Then the boy from Chennai
Will find his way back
To the girl from Lucknow.

-faiza

In the empire of my ribs,  
you are the only ruler.  
No gates, no walls—  
just endless streets  
whispering your name.

-faiza

“You are in every breath I take, every thought I whisper to the stars.”

- faiza

I didn't whisper your name,  
but they heard it in my silence.  
I didn't paint your face,  
but they saw it in my dreams.  
Love, like the moonlight,  
cannot be hidden in the dark.  

- faiza

"And his smile, oh his smile, like a sunrise at the edge of the world, it sent warmth and light through everything and everyone it touched."

-faiza

Carved from stone yet trembling still,
your breathless touch, my heart does fill.
No voice to speak, yet hear me sigh,
as in your arms, I long to die.

Oh, sculpted fate, cruel yet divine,
forever bound, yet never mine.
Your marble cheek, so cold, so fair,
I press my soul, my love laid bare.

Time may steal the softest skin,
but love endures, it burns within.
Though set in stone, my heart will yearn,
forever yours, though none return.
-faiza

I love him like a sunset loves the sky,  
even knowing the night will steal him away.  
Still, I paint my heart in hues of him,  
soft gold, deep crimson—forever his.  

-dino