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Maria 2d
Once upon a time, there was a love.
She lived in a responsive heart.
That love grew up and blossomed as amazing flower.
And they had never ever lived apart.

That love lived really like in heaven.
Her life was careless just to the full.
But once he came! Her curse and misery!
And love began to fade in full.

He weaned that love from joke and smiling.
She stopped to look with open eyes.
He was her ****, her full obsession.
She was his captive, no otherwise.

So heart was suffering, love was dying.
There was no happiness in their mood.
And heart, inspite of pain and sorrows,
Just let the love to leave for good.

Since then the heart is fully empty.
The love is gone. Where’s she and how?
No love, no truth, no faith, no kindness.
No point to live from then to now…  

There was a love. And she was pure,
Unblemished, naïve and to all.
But you destroyed her white perfection.
You make her suffer just in full.
I offer you a ballad about love again. I always write about love, because it is love that fills my life. And yes, my love is not always happy and bright.
Thank you very much for reading it! 🙏💖
The veil is now lifted, the truth shining bright,  
In the heart’s quiet ache, thou art my light.  

O' journey of love, both sorrow and grace,  
In seeking thy face, I find my true place.  

Through shadows I wander, through darkness I roam,  
Yet thy love is my compass, my heart is thy home.  

A flame doth arise, both gentle and fierce,  
In the depth of my soul, thy touch doth pierce.  

Each whisper of wind, each star in the sky,  
Speaks of thy presence, so near, yet so high.  

The river of time flows steady and wide,  
Yet thy love is eternal, my constant guide.  

O' eternal affection, both tender and bold,  
In thy sweet embrace, I am young, I am old.  

In every breath, in each soft sigh,  
Thy love is my anchor, my wings to fly.  

The veil is now gone, thy truth I behold,  
In thee, O' my love, all mysteries unfold.
Veil of Eternal Love 02/03/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
In the hush of time, where shadows do align,  
Thy words resound, like a sacred sign.  

An eagle I stand, though wings yet unformed,  
In the winds of trial, my spirit is warmed.  

The acid of hardship, with fury doth bite,  
Yet in its cruel grasp, I find my might.  

My scars, like jewels, shall crown me with pride,  
For each one whispers of the battles I've defied.  

Behind veils of hatred, where cold winds do sweep,  
I forge a new tongue that the world cannot keep.  

A language of truth, where love's purest art,  
Speaks the deepest secrets of the undying heart.  

Though fate may seem barren, its hand cruel and still,  
I bend it to my will, and my soul shall fulfil.  

For destiny’s course is not set in the stone—  
I carve my own path, and I stand alone.  

O' voice of righteousness, whose fire doth burn,  
In thy light, I rise, in thy wisdom, I turn.  

I gaze in the mirror, and see with clear sight,  
A place of my making, where courage takes flight.
The Call of the Eagle 02/03/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
In the dust of the heart, where whispers lie,  
Thy love burns eternal, beneath the sky.  

A lantern in the night, so softly bright,  
Guides the soul to truth, through endless night.  

Its flame unyielding, amidst shadow's sway,  
It calls the lost, to find their sacred way.  

In silent glow, the spirit comes to know,  
The name it seeks, in love's eternal flow.  

Through realms unknown, its light forever leads,  
A flame that burns where darkness softly bleeds.  

The heart awakened, by the flame’s pure light,  
Finds union with the infinite in sight.
Awakened by Light 01/03/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
In the dust of the heart,
thy love burns like an eternal flame,

A lantern in the night,
that calls the soul to know its name.
Lantern of the Soul 01/03/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
Could we, still taste the stains of tears on a collared shirt
–whereas you cried, while being embraced in their arms?
To every new lover, every smile is just a spark we both
seem so hopeful will last us long; never to burn out.

Still there isn’t a crash course to love – for when it comes
to falling in love; it feels so heavenly as if Heaven has
made your angel, that stole the last breath in your heart.

But what happens when they don’t smile as they did
before – when ten thousand sparks, is just pieces of dust?
It's the answer of whether it’s a lasting love, in what seems
to be a lasting time, of not feeling those sparks…

We’ve all known the feeling of too many passing loves.
The morning breeze, a whisper soft yet grand,  
Carries secrets from a distant, unseen land.  
It speaks of truths that shimmer, deep and bright,  
That you are born from stars, an endless light.  

In the silence of your soul, the cosmos swirls,  
Unveiling all the power that within you curls.  
You are not mere flesh, but spirit's boundless flight,  
A mystic force that dances through the night.  

The world may tremble, yet you stand unbowed,  
For in your heart, you wear the sky as your shroud.  
Recognise your essence, feel its endless grace,  
For in your soul, the universe finds its place.
The Crown of the Self 28/02/2025© All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
The bigger my heart,
the greater I hurt.

The more open my mind
the deeper I think.

The greater my reach
the more I need grounding.

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The older I get
the more I listen.

The more I listen
the keener my hearing.

The more I hear
the harder I weep.
a poem from 2019 - worth reminding myself
They say to learn discipline
you have to train your brain like a  dog.
So to heal, do I raise my heart like a child?
I put bandaids on cuts that are a little over minor.
I cannot risk help that is greater than me
afraid it might be diagnosed with something fatal.
I say you cannot indulge in memory of who is now
when your mind is supposed to sleep by 8.
I hold it's hand in big unfamiliar places.
I say it's okay to express yourself
but when expression turns into deflection
I thought it may be time for a nap.
I fed you portion sizes bites of courage
I don't remember why I always fed you chunks of lost hope.
I am sorry.
I let you roam outside to explore and play.
You come back with a small scrape.
I haven't let you back outside for a while.
I'm afraid you find no joy in playing anymore.
You have dreams of going to back to who was then.
Riding the roller coaster of emotions.
Cotton candied hope.
never ending building blocks of devotion.
doesn't it sound fun?
Horrifying.
I've whipped my brain into a machine.
My heart has it's own mind.
I think it's okay to let my heart grow and touch what's
outside of me once in awhile.
quit stalling girl, don't call him girl.
Wonder around with a broken Heart everyday
Give us back all the words that we have said
And all the dreams that are shared
The withered vine that traces life
Is but the crushing of the Soul

Once the Sun could shine
And the Roses bloomed in discussion
With the Rains sweet gift
Life was one long summers day

Wonder around with a broken Heart everyday
Can anyone be so cruel
Not to notice that this earth dies screaming
Please forgive broken love
For she is selfish in design
The Heart is but a figment of imagination - perhaps ?
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