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Wholeness and suicide
Straight from misery
The salute of comparison, to pride...
And it's stare at a simple wivery

Fruit's of the future, in league
With a solemn taste to essentialize
A running chaste, with silence for egis...
Seem the tradition, seek the dance of the wise

Fires of tomorrow, if not its humanity
Shown to worth, the past of sincerity
Days share, a dream of paces duality
Both form love? the rose of mercy and virginity...

Character's to haste, a harmony...?
In the defense of prestige, a capable sensitivity
Adding the now, is need ours for longing?
A hatred in lore, to establish a realer nativity?

Call of a waiting husband
Through the smile we keep for austerity, a shame
Is a requiem to adjust to a shadow in the sun?
When tired eyes example a change of season's, a name...

Right, the voice of curiosity with a patience's problem
About, a hill of deference, an act of powers that is kind
Majesty, to the rage of summation that is a weary living
Meant, and met in the fame of substitution of chance's mind

Money, the odd ordeal of liberty...
To which, in the voice of introspection
A callous ghost or curious host, has me by the simplicity
Of worldly asking and fating, an inheritance of how's intuition?
did I just die for a reason found in an angel's prayers, when I saw God take seven days to create an eternal fame?
Ashwin Kumar Mar 17
A beautiful friend, you are
Polite to the core
And at the same time, seldom not upfront
You possess a lot of grit
Not to mention, are you a gem of a colleague
Your heart is really big
And you are extremely helpful
Way to go, girl!

A beautiful friend, you are
Riddham and you are such a sweet pair
You are a wonderful character
Always smiling from ear to ear
So brilliant at work
In you, what's not to like?

A beautiful friend, you are
A lot of difficulties, have you often had to bear
However, you are quite strong
And rarely do you go wrong!!

A beautiful friend, you are
You and Riddham are totally made for each other
One of the most romantic couples
You put each other completely at ease!!

A beautiful friend, you are
And an even better wife, you sure are
Managing office work as well as house work
Never, do you go blank
Well, you are a remarkable woman
Having you around is such a boon!!

A beautiful friend, you are
With me, patient have you been forever
In spite of various mistakes from my side
You are seriously too good!!

A beautiful friend, you are
Forget you I will, never
Here's hoping we catch up soon
Take care and have loads of fun!!
Poem dedicated to my recently married colleague and friend Tamanna.
Daniel Mar 11
We wasted it so.
We wasted our souls.
Like storm clouds
we broke out
and flooded the seeds
we needed to grow.

You held on to me.
You tried so hard to see
when I rebounded
from breakdowns
that seemed to wear
down your strong spirit
that you needed to go on.

We were stranger than
fiction through our
contradictions.
You drifted within me
I poured within you --
your currents of
reason to my torrents
of questions. We were
drowning in unison.

But as you freed me and
I freed you as we were
both set free by the eternal
Source of freedom, we
need to keep on doing our
part in what we need
to keep on being free.
When the car burst onto the empty highway,
the bridge stretched long over the river,
and the faint glow of streetlights
bathed the dashboard in a soft, cold light,
not bright, but a subtle wash
profoundly changing my thoughts.
Suddenly I wanted to feel clarity,
to dive deep into my center,
marriage and divorce throwaway words
for the deep sensation of home,
knowing I was once made to belong,
that I am both the home and the wanderer,
there, known, the place near-far
that I don’t know I need till I return.

What was it in the highway’s trance
that made me question so much about us?
The good and the bad, the love and the fights,
to stay or to walk away, I do not know
except, unknown to myself,
I carry the weight of my parents’ echoes—
Mom, frail in the hospital bed,
complications of diabetes wearing her down,
Dad, distant and angry,
his resentment a slow burn of injustice.

As my thoughts mirror theirs,
I think of my children—
a boy of six, a girl of eight,
their innocence and laughter,
their small hands and endless questions.
Fatherhood, an anxious dance
between fear and fleeting success,
my ambivalence heavy and lingering.

And my job, a professional manager
in a downsizing company,
uncertainty a constant companion,
the weight of decisions on my shoulders.
But even amidst the turmoil,
a flicker of hope remains,
the thought of returning home,
the possibility of a good future,
of being the father and husband
my children and wife deserve.
ZACK GRAM Mar 3
Forget A NATO Nukes fake but Kings Knot disintegrate these mofos most powerful man ever plotted on the worlds yours Mariah I'm God 1 button **** no life they been tryna off me we still here baby swole ready to play military games Elon musk is the richest man .. I make him look poor just with 1 Vatican remember the tablets without my voice that was destroyed before birth we built this and ww1 ww2 means every book reset I have crucified scars I have the pain and memory am I really God with nothing but your love with no proof? I was there when they took the shelf down with a teleconesis bat Alien that I was attack and now can fly? Remember when we watch ninja turtles next day Dre got took why didn't they talk about me 2 years ago when my city was at war with billions rounds going off not 1 video news
Dear Wife
FormlessMars Mar 2
I have run barefoot through the gravel of my past,


let it tear at my soles,


let it whisper that love was a road meant only to wound me.

"I lost you."


Somewhere between the echoes and the empty spaces,


between the nights that stretched too long
 and the mornings that never brought you back.

I have sprinted through storms that cracked the sky open,


lightning lacing my ribs,


thunder pressing its heavy hands against my chest.

"I chased you."


Through rain that washed away the footprints,


through roads that led everywhere but home.

I have crawled through deserts of silence,


tongue thick with unsaid prayers,


sandpaper promises bleeding dry from my lips.

"I need you."


Not as a whisper,

but a cry.


Not as a choice,

but a gravity,

pulling me forward even when my legs don’t want to move.

And then—

there you are.


Standing at the edge of the horizon,


bathed in a light that turns pain into purpose.

"I choose you."


Because love is not just about running,


not just about wanting.


It is about choosing—again and again,


even when the road is unkind.

You are not a mirage.


Not a fleeting victory,


not a ribbon to break through and forget.

You are the breath I’ve been chasing,


the gold I have burned for,


the line I would cross again and again,


even if the journey shattered me.

Because what is struggle,


if not the proof that something is worth reaching?


What is endurance,


if not the language of love spoken in every aching muscle,


every ragged breath?

"I reach you."


At last.


At the end of every broken road,


at the edge of every impossible dream.

Let the miles stretch long,


let the night swallow the road whole—


I will keep moving.

Because you—


"I reach you."


You are the final step that makes the journey worth it.


You are the banner I break through,


the arms I collapse into,


the finish line of every dream I have ever dared to chase.
I love you. So very much.
A box, small and unassuming,
holds more than metal and stone.
Three rings, each a chapter closed,
a story whispered, then silenced.

The first, a Hawaiian sun,
gold warm against my skin,
a maile leaf lei etched in enamel,
a promise of island days,
a love as bright as the tropic bloom.
But the bloom faded, the sun set,
and the lei withered, a memory
of sand and surf, and a love
that sought solace in another's arms.

The second, silver, a simple band,
smooth and cool against my finger.
A barrel, strong and unadorned,
like the love we built, or so I thought.
A quiet strength, a steady hand,
a foundation laid, brick by painful brick.
But the foundation crumbled, the walls fell,
and the silver tarnished, a reflection
of a love that found comfort elsewhere.

The third, titanium, cold and hard,
dragons entwined in gold, a symbol
of power, of a love that burned bright.
A fierce embrace, a passionate fire,
a connection that felt unbreakable.
But the fire dwindled, the dragons slept,
and the titanium grew heavy, a weight
on my hand, a reminder of a love
that sought warmth in another's gaze.

Children grown, their laughter echoes
in the empty rooms of my heart.
Their friends, once my own, now strangers,
their lives moving forward, while I remain
anchored to the past, a silent observer.
A long-distance love, a whispered promise,
a fragile thread connecting two souls,
but the distance stretches, the thread thins,
and the whispers fade into the wind.

I stare at the box, at the rings within,
each a symbol of what was, what could have been.
A new ring beckons, a design forming
in the depths of my mind, a symbol of hope,
of a future yet unwritten.
But doubt whispers, a serpent in my ear,
was it me? Was I not enough?
Or were the circles simply incomplete,
destined to break, to shatter, to fade?
The Weight of Circles, heavy on my soul.
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