Life walks softly, barefoot in rain,
Trailing the echoes of love and of pain.
We build with hope, then watch it decay,
As time steals the colors and carries them away.

Hearts once whole are scattered like dust,
Shattered by promises broken in trust.
Eyes that once dreamed now quietly grieve,
Learning too soon how the tender must leave.

There’s no warning when joy turns to ache,
No gentle farewell when foundations break.
We reach for tomorrow, but it slips through our hands
A ghost in the dark that no soul understands.

The road bends often where we cannot see,
And asks us to walk where we’d rather not be.
Each choice a question, each answer unclear,
Each heartbeat a whisper of love or of fear.

Yet even in sorrow, we rise once again,
Cradling grief like a long-lost friend.
For pain is the price of the love that we knew
And life, in its silence, still carries us through.
23.06.2025

I stand on one side of a line carved by time and you… you remain at the other.

Two souls destined to collide,but sentenced to drift apart.

You left the introduction of a human being just as an introduction….but I am reating a wound that was never supposed to exist, a wound not caused by words, but by absence.

Do you know?

Just because I haven’t healed from the past, I’m missing so much of the present.

I smile with my lips,but I bleed with my silence.

Do you know?

For a line that doesn’t exist in my palm,this very hand has written countless poetries….each one a failed attempt to erase you, but only engraving you deeper.

Do you know???

I am trapped between a forgotten boonfrom some distant past life and the curse of being forbidden from touching that gift in this one.

It’s like the universe gifted me heaven and then locked the door before I could enter.

Now the world keeps questioning me

Did those memories even exist?

But how could they know?

How can I tell them?

Your memories flow through the blood in my veins

Each heartbeat echoing the syllables of your name.

Your voice has become the rhythm of my existence.

Your picture….it will be the last thing my eyes will see before they close forever.

Your breath….it will dissolve into the air with the last breath I release.

No one knows…

You are the god in the temple I built inside my shattered heart.

You are the silent prayer behind every tear I hide.

You are the reason I survive days I don’t want to wake up to.

You are the soul moving this lifeless body.

If there’s any destination that could drag me away from you, it’s nothing but a six-foot grave.

But still…..I am trapped between two brutal truths

One pulling me toward the end of this life and the other is your memories that were promising to haunt me even beyond death.

I’m living a life between surviving and surrendering between forgetting you and becoming you.

I’ve decided

I will become you

Not as a choice, but as a consequence of love that refused to fade.

Because loving you wasn’t just a chapter of my life,it was the entire story.

If there’s no space left for me in this world as me, then let me dissolve into you.

If life won’t let me stand beside you..

I will rise as you.

I break down the blue
I saw pieces of you
and thats where i knew
why i don’t have a clue

I saw melancholy in your cry
How can i even try
To wipe the tears
In your eye

I heard your sigh
But never your complain
You’re a tough guy
But you’re such a lame

All we really need is on the other side.
Everything here is a clutter,
brought to us by a random tide.

We see this world
with strangers' eyes.

Everything here is in darkness,
but fear you not,
for every darkness turns into light.

We have no beginning,
and even if we had,
we would look for it
in vain.

And that knowledge saves us
from the impossible
pain.

you can't stop hearing it,
that signal, being transmitted
on all channels,
filling those frequencies to the brim.
not a single gap in between
for your own voice;
too quiet for others to notice,
loud enough to make you paranoid.
what if they know it's there,
but would rather pretend
for the sake of not getting involved
with another basket case?
what if there's no one else?
what if you made them up
so that you wouldn't feel as lonely?
the ups and downs of laughter,
interrupted by helpless sobs.
there might be someone out there,
but all you hear is noise;
too distant for others to notice,
too intrusive for you to ignore.
transmitted on all channels,
not a single pause in between
for your own voice
sending out a distress message,
wondering if anyone knows
you're still here.