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Dearest mine
I love you
It's no crime
My love is divine
Small things
Make you whine
You're a slave of wine
Everything with you isn't fine
I am concerned
I love you
Wine doesn't
You must discern
You drink the nectar
Of my love
You would find it
A better stuff
More and more
I would love
It would protect you
Against misiles scud
All your sorrows
Fall with a thud
For my love is divine
One day you too
Would rhyme
Love, love
It's fine to love
For it's divine
Now I end this note
On an optimistic note
I am yours lovingly
Safrina Kabir Mar 21
Sky of sooth broke into rain

Fell upon me

Drowned me deep

Deep into grief
When we finally face the reality , we come to know the ugly truths of life .
Exceed limits
Sorrows welcome you
Extreme proximities
Often burn you
Stay aloof
Atop a peak
You may get
Much relief
Devoid of happiness
She borrowed
Everyone gave her
Short-lived pleasures
Long-lasting sorrows
Devoid of happiness
She borrowed
Nemis Nov 2020
In the rain out with an umbrella black,
Standing still with the weights on your shoulder.
Passes by the passengers of time,
Leaving footprints of moments enclosed in your mind.

Traveling and meeting eyes,
With strangers you may never find
Again in this lifetime...
Lost in the sands of time.

Feeling broken and the heart heavy,
Hurt in ways never imagined.
Drifting down the window pane like rain,
In solace you find your stay.
November came and so does the memories of past haunting even after the Halloween.
annh Oct 2020
Vellichor (n.): the strange wistfulness of used bookstores.
A delightful neologistic oddity! :)

'β€œThe Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows”, by John Koenig, is an ongoing collection of invented words, each representing an attempt to find a word to fit a concept for which our vocabulary is currently lacking. Vellichor is one such word, and Koenig’s site has hundreds of others, such as zenosyne (the sense that time keeps going faster), liberosis (the desire to care less about things), and sonder (the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own).'
- Petrichor, Cromulent, and Other Words the Internet Loves. Retrieved from
We believed in our own sorrows, and drunk the last sip of relief until the reigns were lost in the forest.
Now, we are deserted to the realm of the ocean’s abyss, left to kiss the lotion smoothing the desert on my skin.
I abandoned all hope, including the ship in the saving grace of preventing my loss of a superficial fantasy.
Shackled, left to roam freely in our thoughts, breathing for freedom is impossible in the last stages of cancer.

When my body gives in to cells eating away my life, I too, will say goodbye to my long-standing dreams that were aboard.
Heyaless Sep 2020
When a person is drowning or struggling through life , he doesn't make a sound !
You'll see him laughing his heart out .
A man with great humor .
A man is sweet a suger blend with others just like suger blends with water .

You'll see him shining
Blowing conversations with home's
Cheering other's .

But there always a other side of a coin ,
There always a dark side of the moon .

Let's forget about his hidden depression , sorrows his tears...

What about the little things we miss out ??
When he asks i need you ?
When he left the party after everyone's left ?
When he talks deeply to cheer other , where is this comes from ?
When he Post's something sad online and everyone mocks him around .
When he spend hours in bed , sleepless ..?
Have you noticed his playlists '" where the light in your deep dark room '"......
Have anyone noticed his health shrinking ?
Have anyone notices he's offline for days ?

Please notice . Please be there
I hope I had you when I said I needed you , but you said not possible...πŸ™‚
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