He is my unfulfilled regret,
The one who endlessly waited—
Throwing hopes like a net.

One day, perhaps,
I’ll be spent—
The hours of waiting may finally end.

But not just end—
The fierce desire to hold him close
Will remain,
untouched in the flood of all attainments.

He is my—
Name of a sorrow that never came true.

Because he is—
A beloved nickname of bitter,
unwanted waiting.

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!

I’ve learned to understand reality now.

I’m no longer that restless young girl,
Who once drowned in emotions
And lived in a dreamy world.

Perhaps I still wouldn’t have realized it,
If people around me hadn’t
Pointed it out—so bluntly, so directly.

Even though they couldn’t tolerate me,
Still, I’m thankful to them.

Because without their harshness,
I would have remained that pampered daughter
Shielded by my parents’ love.

I would never have recognized
The self-centered souls
That fill this complicated world.

I’m not the same anymore—
No longer the girl who speaks without thinking.

Now I weigh my words,
I measure the moment,
I respond with clarity, not confusion.

Above all—
I understand reality now.

The 'you' I dream of always sees me near,
But the real 'you' won’t even glance, I fear.

The 'you' I imagine longs to talk to me,
But the real 'you' speaks only out of need, casually.

The 'you' in my mind loves me true and deep,
But the real 'you' leaves wounds that silently seep.

In crowds, the 'you' I dream of seeks my face,
But the real 'you' ignores me,
even in an empty place.

Why this difference, so cold, so stark?
Between the dream and the truth,
Why such a dark—
distant mark?

Stay the way you are—
No need to love me in return.

Let me spend a lifetime
Loving you from afar, and learn.

Who said love must always be returned?
Isn’t love still true when it burns—
Quietly, without a claim?

There are many who never gain
The one their hearts desire.
Still, does their love ever expire?
No—it lives, with quiet fire.

Let me be one of those few—
Who love with no demand,
No hopes, no view...
Just a heart that beats
Silently—for you.

Your smiling eyes,
Bring peace into the core of my heart.

Your tear-laden gaze,
Gnaws slowly at my soul.

Your furious glance,
Is enough to set me ablaze.

Your eyes filled with silent hurt,
Crush and crumple my tender heart.

The restless flutter of your lashes,
Spreads turmoil within my calm.

Your unsteady, scattered gaze,
Sends ripples through my being.

Those deep, intense orbs you hold,
Expose even my hidden emotions.

Above all else,
Your gaze alone is enough—
To understand you.

There are stars that light the sky,
But all eyes seek the moon up high.

Gardens bloom with countless trees,
Yet flowers steal the hearts with ease.

Just like that, the world is wide,
But in this crowd, with none to hide—
My eyes, they find but only you,
In every face, in every view.

Though many men may catch one’s gaze,
My heart looks yours in silent praise.

And do you know the reason why?
Because—
You are love’s first breeze that ever blew.