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Poetry is still
written between the lines,
like a language without a map.
We are the only ones
who have not read it.

That poem is that smile
that flows through the
eastern mountains hidden
in the snow with the pouring rain,
without touching the rocks.

That smile is
never indecipherable,
but it carries the
rhythm of time,
the music of society,
the scent of forgotten paths
and the sweet language
of women.

The riots are still not less
Even though the
old letters
have faded
Only some songs
we don't know
we don't know
जन्म दिलास तूच मला,
आणि तूच मला वाढविलं,
सोनेरी दागिन्यासारखं एकदम
तूच मला घडविलं.

कधी चुकलो तर ओरडलीस मला,
कधी प्रेमाने जवळ घेतलंस,
कधी लागेल असं बोललीस मला,
कधी काळजीने पांघरूण घातलंस.

झेलल्यास माझ्या अडचणी
स्वतःवर तू सर्व,
आईसारखं नातं बनवणारा
थोडाच आहे तो निसर्ग.

कितीही काहीही झालं तरी
नाही देणार मी तुला अंतर,
आयुष्याच्या शेवटपर्यंत तुझ्यावर
प्रेम करीन मी निरंतर.
ही कविता ०६ जून २०२० रोजी लिहिलेली आहे
It's what I crave,
The thing I desire,
But I'm not that brave,
So I just admire,

Admire the one,
For whom I do live,
Without whom I'm none,
There's not much to give,

So what if I ain't,
That guy that she likes,
Should I just faint,
Or give it more tries?

Can't I be loved by any other,
Is that task just way too much,
I never wanted to be a bother,
But if I am but seen as such,

Should I give up after all,
Just be... me myself and I,
Won't I really make one fall,
For who I am.... Wait who am I?
Let me paint you a picture.

Red glasses filled with empty words.
Mirrors that don’t catch your reflection.
Blue and white lilies covering the floor—a floor I once knew.
It is the same floor I spend half of my days crying on.

There’s music.
Music filling the voids of an empty space where my heart was supposed to be.
It resonates through every cavity, through every bone, but my dead soul cannot hear it.
The blood is no longer running through my veins,
And my lips—once filled with love and affection—are as dark as the moment.
How easy is it to die of a broken heart?
Is it really broken? Or am I going crazy while I watch it fall and shatter around my lily-covered floor?

I crawl to pick up the pieces,
And I cut myself on every little bit,
But there’s nothing coming out of my fingers—just the sorrow of a few tears.

Empty.
Empty body, empty eyes, empty mind, empty soul of mine.
Should I remake my heart? Should I get the glue and put it all together again?
Or should I just keep cutting myself with the pieces?

Maybe I should let it be as it is.
There’s beauty in a broken heart.
I wrote this up in the bus on my way to work after hearing “Comptine d’un autre été, l’après-midi”
Ayushi Jun 10
I don’t want just a glance.
I want the kind of gaze
that stays,
like I’m a piece of art,
not just a face.

A gaze that falls quiet when they see me,
like I just took their breath away.

I don’t want someone
who only thinks I’m pretty.

I want someone
who sees the messy parts,
the quiet overthinking,
and still thinks
“God, she’s beautiful.”

I want someone
who notices the curve of my smile,
the light in my eyes,
the way my hair falls
when I’m not even trying,
and adores it.

Every inch. Every angle.

I want someone
who doesn’t just compliment me,
but worships the floor I walk on.

Someone who looks at me
like they’ve never seen anything
so beautiful.

Because I’m tired
of being “nice to look at”
but never truly seen.

I want to be admired
out loud.

Not just for who I am inside,
but for how I carry beauty
without even knowing it.

I want someone
who adores me like I’m rare.

Because I am.
A LOVE Connection,
A Passion so true,
the feeling of affection,
just Between us two!!

A LOVE Connection,
That is so Divine,
This Love so is real,
the type that's hard to find!!

A Soulmate Connection,
of Unconditional LOVE,
This feeling is so exhilarating,
Frorn the Heavens up above!!

I LOVE this feeling
Just so happy inside,
As your heart is racing, and.
You just can't hide!!

A LOVE Connection,
A feeling of ecstasy,
Has come to the surface,
Into True Reality!!!


B.R.
Date: 6/7/2025
Your smile is sweeter than honey,
Your eyes are brighter than stars,
Your presence to me is like sun in dark,
You have a royal place in my heart,
My love for you will always last,
Even if the universe blasts,
If you are North plole, I am south-of a magnet,
Having you is the best plan of my fate,
I will always miss our days together,
Cause no one else could ever be better.
I dedicate it to my english teacher.
~Thank you so much mam...for everything♡
JAMIL HUSSAIN May 10
Turn thy tender eyes to me,
And let them glow so soft and free.
Like honeyed warmth on summer’s breeze,
They set my heart at perfect ease.

Gaze upon those lips, so sweet,
Where every smile is pure and neat.
Like petals kissed by dawn’s first light,
They make the world feel soft and bright.

O’ how the stars above would weep,
To see thy beauty, calm and deep.
Thy presence, like a velvet glow,
A secret love the world should know.

In thee, all sweetness finds its voice,
A melody that makes the heart rejoice.
Turn now, sweet soul, and let me see,
The love you hold so tenderly.
A Glance of Love 10/05/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
Immortality May 26
Waves caress my feet,
ever so gently,
wind murmurs words of love
to me,
the sun kisses my soul
so warmly.

Within this ocean of affection,
my thoughts tremble,
but my heart yearns
to drown deep,
lost in the ebb.
Love yourself~~~~~
(even when life’s a mess, even when you feel unworthy, even when clouds of doubts and fears surround you)

Imagine creating a masterpiece happily, only to hear someone call it ugly and unworthy.
Yeah.... and that's how God and our parents feel when we talk down on ourselves
Max Gisel Apr 30
Oh how I dream of us.
I imagine you purely you,
Among your dreams
And among mine.
You, my muse.
Me, yours.
How artful would it be?

I picture you entirely,
Captured still in photos,
In paintings, in sculptures.
I, in your writing,
In fabric, in drawings.
You are my art,
I am yours.
Both my boyfriend and I are artists. He inspires me every day, he even got me back into poetry. I would not be doing half the art I do now without him. I love him so much.
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