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 Apr 21 Ahmed Gamel
Dianali
It was cold in your dorm.
I choked on my silences.
I felt unwelcome,
and briefly— desired.

You walked me to the stop,
Said I was almost running—
As I waited for my bus,
the plastic bench felt cozier.
 Apr 21 Ahmed Gamel
Akriti
Between life and death,
lies an empty space,
a playground for love
where hearts run wild.
It's not a net—
it’s the compassion
of knowing
when to let
the question
go—
like a kite
too wise
for wind.
Amidst the daisies,
all I could see,
was you.

Just us alone,
beneath blue sky.

You beside me, eyes closed,
wind tracing its fingers
through your hair,
bathed in sunlight,
your soft smile lingering.

Oh, how I envy them—
for giving you a peace
I can only dream of.
If only she could be....
It was dark in cave,
the air felt cold—inside out.

He held her
as if she were glass,
a lamb
in the arms
of a wolf midnight.

Outside
the sky wept,
but inside us
a flower bloomed—
in April.
I turned 18 today! Ahhhhhhh, happy birthday to me!! Thank you all so much for the love and support. I still can’t believe I’m 18 now. I’ve been ill for a few days, so this birthday hasn’t been the most enjoyable. On top of that, I’ve been caught up with academics too. I’m really thankful for everything I have, but I also want to keep improving and become a better version of myself. I have the best family ever, couldn’t ask for anything better, tbh.
 Apr 20 Ahmed Gamel
Akriti
Strong as a rock,
Unbreakable like a promise.
Yes, it is friendship -
A bond built on trust.

Once made, never broken
The older it gets ,
Stronger it becomes .
Far or near, always there .

Seasons come and go,
But friendship remains intact.
Never fades away nor disappears ,
Stays with you like the Sun -

Always shining bright
To brighten up your life
Removing all the dark clouds
Away from your life.
This one is for you Immortality. HAPPY BIRTHDAY.
 Apr 20 Ahmed Gamel
Selwyn A
I'd rather die young than fade into grey,
A song left unfinished, unsung to this day.

God willed my fate, but I’ve bent to none,
The drink I’ve spilled, the damage is done.

A flicker of a spark from the stone,
Flickers into ashes—let it burn.
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