Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Maria Mar 29
I was searching for love! I was searching for long
In eyes, looking keenly at me,
In hands, touching upon me subtly,
In words, which were a trap foresee.

I was searching for rescue painfully long time
In those others and in yourself at all.
I pinned faith on all blindly and silly
That all of you were meant for me whole.

I was searching for the truth entirely honestly
In them, in you and in myself again.
And while I was searching for, I realized, that
The truth is there, where the calmness reins.

I handed myself at the mercy of the Night.
There's no fear and there's no shame.
I'll finish my useless searches here.
The Night is the calmness! This is proclaimed!
I love the Night. For me it is a time of peace, solitude, grace and silence. It is a time of inspiration and realisation. It is often a time of making important life-changing decisions.
Thank you very much for reading! 💖
Keegan Mar 18
Strong is the man I’ve become
I’ve learned to love the reflection  
that once felt foreign, distorted, untrue.  
I’ve carved dreams from discipline,  
built strength from sleepless nights  
spent chasing life with relentless steps.

Yet beneath skin grown tough,  
scars remain quiet reminders  
of a child forever searching,  
eyes wide, heart hopeful,  
reaching toward invisible warmth.

Every goal I set, every height scaled,  
bears a subtle whisper
an echo of longing,  
a hidden prayer:  
"Let this be home.  
Let this be meaning."

Some days I barely hear it,  
lost in triumph, bathed in sunlight.  
Others, it trembles louder
woven intricately, softly  
into every victory I seek,  
every summit I climb.

Though strength carries me,  
though love fills me,  
still the child inside whispers,  
asking quietly, gently
"When will it be enough  
to finally feel whole?"
Syafie R Mar 17
On my born day, lost,
A crow's cry fills the cold air—
"God, why must I try?"
JAMIL HUSSAIN Feb 14
O’ Thou, if You unveil Yourself before thee,
What a merciful moment, a fleeting eternity,
In that moment, all that is,
Would dissolve into the oneness of bliss.

Oceans would rise,
Not as waves, but as divine sighs,
Dancing in Your intoxication,
Lost in the ecstasy of creation.

Every heart would pour,
Like a sea with no shore,
For in Your presence, the self dissolves,
And only love in pure form evolves.

Thy gaze, O’ how mystic it would be,
An eye that sees both You and me,
Beyond form and time’s illusion,
A timeless truth, in perfect fusion.

In Your glance, the secret unfurls,
The infinite wisdom of hidden pearls,
O’ Thou, if You unveil Yourself,
The universe would be but Your mirror,
Reflecting the beauty of your pure self.

In the whisper of Your being, we hear,
The silence where all wisdom is clear,
Where the seeker and the sought become one,
And the heart beats to the rhythm of the sun.

O’ Thou, in Your unveiling, there is no fear,
Only the absence of the ‘I’ drawn near,
And in that sacred space we find,
The truth that has always lived within our mind.

For You are the lover, the Beloved, the flame,
We are but sparks, seeking the same,
And in Your unveiling, we see the divine,
As the soul’s journey merges with the sublime.
The Sacred Search 14/02/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
Malia Feb 13
the bone-ache of wind and cold
runs up her legs as she walks through the plain
so she could rest in the earth and finally
sleep, knowing she found
something better than it was
before.

she searched the jungles once
but all she found were choking vines
still, the leaves whispered
𝘱𝘴𝘴𝘵, 𝘱𝘴𝘴𝘵, 𝘱𝘴𝘴𝘵
but the tip of their tongues faded
into static and she thought she found
a parchment’s glass bottle washed
up onto the shore but then the sea
leapt up and stole it again.

she sat on the beach for hours
like a long-lost lover, yearning and
waiting
but one day she vanished—
not to home, there was never
home, but to a place that replaced
her new loss with the ones she’d
met before, old friends with the other half
of the story.

now, she walks with the others’
manifest destinies but hers is a
glory that they’ll never know,
no gold or God or greatness but
an answer…
brushstrokes to give definition
though the edges always bleed,
so she reincarnates to do it all
again.
before. again. before. again. once the Lascaus cave and now it is me, at 1:18am, listening to Kendrick Lamar like it’s gonna tell me something.
Greg Armen Mar 2017
I wanted to understand life deeply.
Dived into the ocean of my mind,
but I could not find a way back.
Frightened, for I feared suffocating from emptiness outside.
snipes Dec 2024
A soul sourced by forever
decides
if my humanity really does
matter.
I took life on a trip.
Often far out driven,
for stargaze getaways.
In search of the universe,
I got lost in empty space.
But I finally found a rock
to skip a lifetime with.
Inferring a field of ripples
as I take Earth and ponder,
I try and find the meaning
of humanity and forever.
Vishnu R Nov 2024
कोशिश थी किसी और की बनने का,
पर क्यों, जब खुद का न बन सका।

जब ढूंढा था आपको, था मेरा जीवन बेरंग,
पर इस खोज ने कर दिया है उसको सतरंग।

काश औरों को समझा पाता मैं इस सफर की अहमियत,
बस आप ही हैं इस कायनात में कायमियत।

अब बैठा हूं मैं राह की अंत पर बनकर खामोश,
लेकर नैना में एक नूर, जिससे दिखा दिया फिरदौस।
I tried to belong to someone else,
But why, when I couldn’t even belong to myself.

When I sought you, my life was colorless,
But this search has adorned it with colors.

Oh, how I wish I could make others understand the significance of this journey,
For it is only you who embody permanence in this universe.

Now, I sit in silence at the journey’s end,
Carrying a light in my eyes, one that revealed paradise.
morningdew Sep 2024
Wandering around the world
Searching for something my own
I'm looking everywhere,
For a place called home

I've had hard journeys
I've fallen, but got up
Never did I stop
While trying to find,
A home that I'll love

I've had many breakdowns
Many times my heart broke,
But a single wish kept me going
The wish for a home

Days and nights passed by
I sat on streets and on thrones
But never did I feel like
I'm sitting in my home

I've been in many places
Eaten on plates of gold, and of steel
But, never did it taste like
A home cooked meal

I wondered many times
How would it feel?
Then, I thought, It doesn't matter
As long as it's a home that's real

A place called home
Filled with love and life,
Where I won't get backstabbed
By somebody's knife

A place called home
Where I'll never be alone
So, If I go out someday
I'll know, I have a home

Even in the hardest days,
I'll have a home, where I can rest
The problems will sweep away,
By themselves
To me,
My home will be the best

And when the time comes
For me to sail towards the sky, that's blue
I'll know that always
I have a home
Where I can return to

So, I'll never stop looking
For that place called home
In this world, I just want
That something of my own
My home
Next page