Still Smiling

Still Smiling Mar 26

It's not that separation is new to me.
Remember when you said 10 days you won't talk to me?
Actually, I misunderstood your words
and didn't speak to you for that very long.

But what about this time, if I may ask?
Is it also a misunderstanding that will last,
or could we solve it with a few talks?
Would you like to discuss it on a walk?
Or maybe on WhatsApp, where our friendship grew,
where my messages are piling up and not turning blue.
Or is this how it was meant to end?

Who will answer my these questions?
Could you reply to me just for once?
There is one more thing I wanna tell,
I remember tomorrow is your birthday.
so....Happy Birthday

Is it a misunderstanding or an end?

Still Smiling Mar 25

Eyes that cried

The wind just blew the clouds away,
The waves just carried the sand astray.
The rain just washed the children's play,
Yet does the sky, the shore, or the child cry,
Wishing the wind, the waves, or the rain never came by?

"I don’t think that would be true,"
Said a man with no heart.
In anger replied a man with no brain,
"Don’t you see how happy the clouds, the wind, and the children were in their past?
Now it’s over for all of them."

"They were never meant to stay,"
Said again the man with no heart.
And so the debate went on and on,
Until the man who carried them all
Fell asleep, with eyes that cried.

In an endless debate between no brain (heart) and no heart (brain), where neither wins, yet the burden falls on the eyes, the silent witness to all the turmoil.

Still Smiling Mar 25

Moments We Hold

The world says time just flows,
It heals wounds and lets the pain go.
But is it true, what they say?
Do the memories of a first handshake fade?
Do the moments spent in the park vanish?
Does the feeling and care of another simply perish?

If your answer is yes, you may go,
But if it's a NO, let's sit and hold—
The moments we cherished with each other,
Every second spent—let's hold it forever,
As these memories are the only things that will keep us together.

Sometimes, there are questions that remain unanswered—questions we long to ask the ones who once held us close. But when those answers never come, we cling to their memory, hoping that someday, somehow, they will return with the words we yearned to hear. Until then, we hold on, cherishing what once was.

— The End —