In miracles,
You don't know what will
happen in the next second,
Just swim in the sea of belief and faith,
And you will float on waves of miracles,
In life's illusion.
3/8/2025

Her love was like a river,
  
flowing freely in the wild,

till one day she found

a cold heart.

As her love touched his cold heart,

her love turned into ice.

She tried hard to warm his heart

and melt her love back,

but his anger was so fierce

it evaporated her love —

turned it into nothing.

It is funny how you become an obedient person when I tell you not to contact me
But not when I beg you to treat me right and respectfully

It is funny how you remember my tantrums and arguments irritated you
But not those little things which I did for you to make you smile & happy

It is funny how you ignore me when you are moody and stressed
But not my mistakes even after I apologized

It is funny how you give up on me so easily
when my biggest fear is losing you
when all I want from you is to value me and understand my feelings

It is funny how I let my pain flow through the poetry
when I know for sure that you are not going to read

It is funny.... indeed!

You are so precious—
like the tears I try to hide
when joy overflows
and my heart opens wide.

You are so precious—
like a rainbow in the sky,
when the sun breaks through
and the storm says goodbye.

You are so precious—
like sunshine’s gentle rays
warming frozen hearts
on cold winter days.

You are so precious—
like the tender gaze we share,
when words fall away
but our eyes still care.

You are so precious—
like the laughter of a child,
pure and bright,
glowing with a light so wild.

You are so precious—
like a kiss upon the brow,
where souls softly meet
and time forgets to bow.

You are so precious—
like the breath I take each day,
quiet, unseen,
yet keeping life in play.

If on some night—
You feel utterly alone,
Even if unknowingly,
Just once, let me know.

I will be the silver moon—
Sending you a gentle gleam of light!

If the sun’s fire begins to burn you,
Then at least once—
Remember me.

I will be the cloud—
Weaving a cool canopy,
To stop that burning pain!

If you wish—
To wholly become mine;
Then send me—
A flying letter from the clouds!

I will be—
A strong embrace,
Wrapping you close to me!