#soulfulpoetry
Every sadness brings me back to you.
When tears fall,
your memory falls with them,
and I am heartbroken
all over again.
Oct 1, 2025
Oct 1, 2025 at 12:38 PM UTC
Even after tasting all cuisines from different time squares,
Eating home food by your mom’s hand is what gives you satisfaction.
Not getting full marks,
But getting extra marks than expected is what gives you satisfaction.
Showering love and caring siblings is cute,
But teasing them and irritating them is what gives you satisfaction.
Dad buying the things we wanted is okay,
But buying them with our own hard-earned money is what gives you satisfaction.
Seeing happiness on your dad’s face is nice,
But you being the reason behind his pride and happiness is what immense satisfaction is.
May 20, 2025
May 20, 2025 at 11:03 AM UTC
In the soft glow of your sorrow,
where the sun fades, and shadows follow,
I see the tender ache in your verse,
each line a whisper, a silent curse.
“Seems Endless,” you write, and the moon listens,
reflecting the tears that your soul glistens.
In the night’s embrace, you break, you bend,
hoping the darkness would never end.
In Missed Connection, your heart speaks loud,
a love lost, yet covered by a shroud.
“I would trade my life for another day,”
for a smile that once chased your clouds away.
Guilt weighs heavy in your heart’s core,
a stain that no tears can restore.
But your words are rich, like wine aged deep,
capturing the pain that makes us weep.
In The Cost, you share the price of love,
how dreams shatter, pushed and shoved.
Yet in your heart, you still hope, still give,
for in your sorrow, we all learn to live.
You say it’s Too Late to turn back time,
yet in your regret, there’s beauty sublime.
To let go of love, to feel that sting,
a silent price that time cannot bring.
Love’s Altruism, you so plainly say,
is not in promises, but in the day-to-day.
To give with no return, to let love flow,
a lesson in grace that we all should know.
Jess, in every word you breathe,
there’s a truth that we all believe.
Your pain is poetry, your sorrow a song,
in the melody of life where we all belong.
Mar 3, 2025
Mar 3, 2025 at 1:44 AM UTC
In silent hours, our inner art takes flight
Society shouts, yet silence hides the gold within
A spring of beauty flows, concealed in silent light
How can we break the chains that bind the soul of our art?
A secret song lies veiled, awaiting day from night
Dream of a world where melodies dance with the wind
To every hand that labors, crafting wrong to right
We’ll shatter silence of society’s black coffin
And carve its wood to sing with art’s immortal might.
Dec 24, 2024
Dec 24, 2024 at 5:35 PM UTC
I lose my shape, shattered
In turmoil, deeply battered
Beneath my veil, head bowed and tattered.
I lose my way, defeated
In steps that forget to plead,
In anger blind to its misdeeds.
O Master of the Universe,
I am lost,
Forgotten the path of obedience.
O Ruler of the Horizon,
At Your door, I knock in submission,
To embrace the light of devotion.
Nov 19, 2024
Nov 19, 2024 at 7:40 AM UTC