#bid
That first dream I had of you — years before I met you — was when my healing started. I should have known.
In those dreams I should have stopped chasing when I couldn't seem to find you in every room, every class, every queue. I would only see you or sense you from afar. I wish I'd left it at that.
But I chased. I caught. And lost you again.
Now these dreams are my present. It haunts me that no matter how near you may be, even though I see you, I can't call out to you or reach out to you. That familiarity isn't there. The excitement is stripping away. When I see you I get heartaches.
Oh, I know how much I wanted you to last forever. You were my new best friend aside from romance. You were enough.
I tie myself down now with ropes, chains, strings, threads — anything, just anything that would hold me down from running back to you. From catching up to you.
There's nothing more to chase.
I rest now. I look back in pain. Perhaps I should have held you longer. But there's hope — I have it here with me. That's enough for me as I bid you goodbye, every day.
Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 5:40 PM UTC
March one
If only hearts had voices then you would have heard mine calling out to you . Maybe you are right I fell in love with a version of you I met long ago and that nostalgic feeling still has me choked to say the truth I still love u the past u and the new u.
Everytime u crosss my mind and I cry I remind myself that no matter how much I feel so much no matter how the mirror reflects my appearances it can never mirror what I have inside meaning how I feel doesn't change how things are between us
We fail sometimes not because we choose to not because we have to and there's no solution to that it's a cross to carry but what u choose to do with the cross matters . I can't help u I really wish I could u know I would but u don't need help
Mar 28
Mar 28, 2026 at 11:21 AM UTC
I used to walk the streets of 'jungle'
I never felt at home there (thank God)
So leaving was always in my mind
and thank God I left.
Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 5:33 AM UTC
Certain Thoughts
Once Entertained
Bid HOORAY!
Then The Mind
Leads Not
ASTRAY!
DLR
12.11.2025
☼ ♡ ƸӜƷ ❀ ♬
Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 3:24 PM UTC
There you were
by my side watching me
wave my last goodbye,
pains my heart I won't get to
watch you wave yours.
To not see you draped
in your own charm,
as tears rolled down
your right eye as you wave
your last goodbye,
sadly it all ends,
with him getting
the best seat in the house,
holding your hand,
brushing his thumb on it
to console you,
as you cry in the light of
your last goodbye,
what I won't give god
to be him for this one night,
just to be there one last time
by your side watching.
- Diljeev
Dec 24, 2020
Dec 24, 2020 at 10:41 AM UTC
लिलामथा बाजारमे मेरी सारी दुनीया —२
बढ्कर भाऊ लगारहाथा सारी दुनीया
पहले मे समझ नसका ए क्या हो रहाथा
तमासा लग रहाथा हस् दिएँ फिर फजुलमे
लिलामथा बाजारमे मेरी भरी दुनीया
हमारी कामोका लगाथा पहेली बोली
सुन्कर आवाज बढी हो गया मे पसिना
तैला हमको किसिने रुपैया किसिले सोना
हाथ था शरिर मे मगर व विक्चुका था
साँस था जिस्म पर मगर मे एक लाश था
लिलामथा बजारमे मेरी भरी दुनीया
मनका लगाथा फिर दोस्री बोली —२
बढ् रहाथा भाउ मेरी उँची पर उँची
आधार मालुम कहाँ मुझको मेरा मनका
पल दो पलमे मन् नेभीे किया अलबीदा
साँसथा जिस्मपर मगर मे एक लाशथा
लिलामथा बाजारमे मेरीे भरी दुनीया
सपनोका लगाया फिर बाजारियोने बोली —२
दौलत निछावर हुवाथा मेरे उपर
खाबही देताथा मुझको जिनेकी चाहत
बगयर खाब हो गाया अब मे जानवर
साँसथा जिस्मपर, मगर मे एक लाशथा
लिलामथा बाजारमे मेरी भरी दुनीया
साँसथा जिस्मपर मगर मे एक लाशथा
लिलामथा बाजारमे मेरी सारी दुनीया
Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 9:48 PM UTC
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I’m selling my soul
Let no bidder, intervene
No inquiry entertained
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Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 4:18 AM UTC
With a heavy heart let me bid adieu my love
Henceforth we will not see each other now
Where from this dilemma came to us and how
Fortune takes it and in front of fate to bow
Whenever beauty is molested by dew drops
Soul goes to pieces and by dagger heart chops
No seeds of love needs to be sown for crops
Love and beauty are not commodities of shops
With cleanliness of heart I bid you but adieu
You appeared my love like moon out of blue
As you wish and aspire I will not ask to renew
Whatever relationship was that was but virtue
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Dec 18, 2016
Dec 18, 2016 at 5:53 AM UTC