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 Apr 20 Ahmed Gamel
Akriti
I went in search of love
which was not there.
But what I found
was truly rare,
made my search worthwhile.

For I found -

      A protector
      A guide
      A friend
      A brother.
 Apr 19 Ahmed Gamel
Akriti
I am broken,
don't fix me.
If you find me in pieces,
don't collect me.
I am replaceable,
just replace me.
It's quite easy.
Don't get mad
I want you to stay
I can't stand
to be so far way

Don't feel bad
I can't hear no more
You know I couldn't
See you anyway
Hm
Woke within a dream,
amidst dense forest.

a tree stood,
older than time,
casting its shadow.

a touch of it,
showed all it had lived—
bloodied sword clash,
clouds that wept for years,
flora it wore,
wildflowers it shielded,
the warmth it once kissed.

yet it stood still.
as I faded,
back into the dream.
it had lived all, known all.
As I stand beneath,
sky's embrace,
open arms,
claim me as its own.

each drop,
cold,
yet warmth blossom in me.

each raindrop,
feels as a caress,
a lover's kiss,
as it drenchs my soul.
just me and rain
And she fell,
into ice-cold water.
Her legs kicked,
gasping for air
that once suffocated her.

She didn't scream,
reached her hand out,
not for light, but to bid goodbye.

She looked around,
to realize the dark
she had walked into.

Fate laughed,
as she closed her eyes.
Oh, what an irony,
she couldn't swim.
what an irony!
The approach is fast,
The trickle slow.
Softly seeping down below.

A violent end.
A peace not past.
You, bending steel. Me, breaking glass.

What was dampened
Once, abruptly clears.
May fortune favour golden years.

A block of ice
Cannot endure.
At last, find footing firm and sure.

Now brilliant, shines
An endless sky.
Inspires distinction of truth from lie.

Elated! Joyful! Then dropped
A darkly veiled mask.
Ground is near, approaching fast.
This is around five years old, but still very relevant to me in so many ways. I think this is one that will never not be directly and contemporarily relevant to me. Perhaps one day the ground will stop approaching, but I’m not going to hold my breath on that.
 Apr 17 Ahmed Gamel
Akriti
If I am not here tomorrow ,
Don't grieve my departure ,
Don't let your eyes filled with tears
in sorrow.
If possible, erase me from your heart.
If a memory of me ever surfaces,
hum one of my songs.

These aren't just words-
They are emotions of my heart.
In every melody lies,
A heartbeat of my soul.

Preserve them with care
for in them
I shall live forever.
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