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Can you hear it?

The silence.

Everything begins there—
in the spaces between our breaths, where our words stumble, break apart,
and dissolve in our blood.

Everything begins in these silences,
when we simmer beneath the skin,
when our dreams bubble, brew, billow, then boil up into storms
that rage just beneath our calm—
when our thoughts crash against the cliffs of our hearts,
swept by the undertow of what we want, of what we hope,
and of all the things we cope with.

When I’m taking pauses while I’m talking to you, the silence isn’t empty.

There is an intimate maelstrom that swirls within me, pressing against my ribcage.

I feel the tides twist, rise, then fall—
I feel the ocean ebb and flow—
I feel its throb that thunders like war drums in my chest.

I feel… every word I hold back, every word I almost say
like a ripple that never crests,
like a wave that never breaks.

But I like silence.

Because, I also see a glimmer in it.
I see the shimmering sway of ideas.
And I feel… softness in their rolling—
softness like the backwash kissing the shore with its foam.

Sometimes… I wish I could just remain there,
nestled in that brittle fold of silence forever.

But sometimes also, the cotton of silence wrapping around me feels so comfortable
that my thoughts become deafening,
and they pull me down, trying to drown me within myself.

So quickly, in a desperate gasp for air—
I feast on noise.

And suddenly, I crave it.
The way the world roars. The way it crackles.
So I melt into its chaos.

I want to feel its pulse, its pound, its music.
I want to drown in the drunken hours.
I want to feel my heart rise with the loudest nights.
I want to cling to laughters that veil all the cracks I try to hide.

I want to stuff the silence—
as if only the noise could save me from myself.

Yet—no matter how hard I try to escape, the silence keeps coming back.

And every now and then,
Life punctuates itself with tiny bubbles of quiet.



Like this one.



But not all silences feel the same.

There are the ones I share with her…
the wordless seconds lost in her gaze.
The silent glances.
This all feels… different.

These silences make me whole.
Whole, and yet somehow… incomplete.

Incomplete because I often dream of chiseling
from the marble of these silences—
from the air that hangs between us—
all the words, all the promises,
everything I feel for her…

This small yet enormous statue
waiting to emerge from within—
from the rhythm of my heartbeat,
from the waves,
from the storms,
from every crack…

From this silence—
where everything begins.

And there I stand,
fingers trembling, mouth dry,
a chasm yawning between us.

And all I yearn for is to set it free—
This simple

“I love you”.
Breeze May 25
When I look at your photograph I wish to God that you were back
Just you and I as one together
All our memories rush through my mind
I’m wishing and hoping every night
That you'll come back to me forever
Can’t you tell I still love you? That isn’t hard to see
Can’t you tell I still want you? And this is where you should be

In My arms tonight(In my arms tonight)
You belong here by my side
In my arms  tonight (In my arms  tonight)
For a feeling that’s so right
In my arms  tonight (making love to you)
Making love to you all night
In my arms  tonight (Love will never die)
No my love will never die in my arms  tonight

I feel so frightened and all alone
Always wishing to hear your voice on the phone
Just to tell me that you really care
I want to reach out and take your hand
And guide you to our promised land but I know that’s just my prayer
Can’t you tell I still need you? Is that so hard to see?
Don’t you know that I’m hurting? My God, it’s killing me

In My arms  tonight(In my arms  tonight)
You belong here by my side
In my arms  tonight (In my arms tonight)
For a feeling that’s so right
In my arms  tonight (making love to you)
Making love to you all night
In my arms  tonight (Love will never die)
No my love will never die in my arms  tonight

I can’t sleep at night (Those memories)
I’m crying out my plea (Please hear me)
It cuts like a knife (So deep now)
Come back to me; Yeah

In My arms  tonight(In my arms tonight)
You belong here by my side
In my arms  tonight (In my arms  tonight)
For a feeling that’s so right
In my arms  tonight (making love to you)
Making love to you all night
In my arms  tonight(Love will never die)
No my love will never die in my arms  tonight
Here is the video for the song

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MAZOlLX6sxw
You can break me apart

Rip my heart to pieces

Grind my feelings to dust 

Countless bits of me 

Thown to the wind and dirt

Yet each and every one of them

Every part of me

Still belongs to you
Hold me at the tip of your tongue
And speak not, intimately
In suspension of that trembling scaffold
Lest it crush our unsaid space

Touch me the right way
And say the wrong nothings
That in ambivalence I may stray
To some mistaken grace

**** me over in your dream,
Lay me out, exposed,
And carry out your shrouded theatre
Recompense for your absence in mine

And gently, in your tangled strings of pathos
Tie me at the cusp of your love
Hello HePo. New to hello poetry, have been writing poems since 2024 and have gone ahead & posted some. This, Cusp, is my most recent and probably my favorite. Hoping to find lots of poets who write about similar themes (and probably better than me which is good)

And yes, I can't get over myself.
...
You see them hazily dancing,
like in a fever dream
shades turning to dust
in dimmed neon lights
ghosts of a past, wieghtless in flight
you watch them dancing in the haze of the night,

Engine sounds cut the dew Of the dawn
You are too young to sleep
tangled up in roadside oleanders
All trying to live a dream
ओ मेरे मितवा,
मुझसे रूठो ना रे तुम।
मुझे प्यार हुआ है तुमसे,
तुझमें हो गए हैं गुम।

ख़ुदा से माँगी है एक दुआ –
मेरा प्यार तुम तक पहुँचा देना।
मिल गए तुम इस ज़िंदगी में,
तो फिर और क्या है पाना?

फ़ासले हमारे बीच के
चुभ रहे हैं अब मुझे,
बेसब्र हो गई हूँ अब
मिलने के लिए मैं तुझे।

इज़हार न कर पाई मैं
तुमसे अपने प्यार का,
बयान न कर सकी मैं
दिल से की मोहब्बत का।

इस प्यार की चुनौती में,
ऐ ख़ुदा, तुम मेरा साथ देना।
रूठा है वो मुझसे –
उसे कैसे भी है मनाना।
यह कविता १२ अप्रैल २०२४ को लिखी गई है
बोलताना तुझ्याशी भान मी हरपलो,
तुला बघायला दररोज मी तरसलो.
भेटशील तू मला, ही आशा मनात होती,
पण भेटायला तुला योग्य संधी मिळत नव्हती.

मी मारलेल्या जोकवर तुझं खदखदून हसणं,
तू दिलेल्या सरप्राइजनं माझं आश्चर्यचकित होणं,
मी दुःखी असताना तुझे डोळे पाणावणं,
तू अडचणीत असताना माझं मदतीस सरसावणं.

आठवण येत होती मला कायम ह्या सगळ्याची,
पण तुझी सावलीदेखील माझ्या आसपास नसायची.
कायम मी जगायचो तुझ्या आठवणींमध्ये,
कायम मी बघत राहायचो तुझ्या फोटोकडे.

परत सोडून गेलीस तर जगणं अशक्य होईल मला,
माझ्या मनातली ही भावना मी कशी सांगू तुला?
कदाचित देवानेच आहे आपलं कनेक्शन जोडलेलं,
कारण नातं आहे आपलं शब्दांच्या पलीकडचं.
ही कविता ०२ जुलै २०२० रोजी लिहिलेली आहे
मनातल्या कोपऱ्यात आहे
आठवणींचा ठेवा,
ती बरोबर असण्याचा आनंद
त्यांच्याच मदतीने घ्यावा.

प्रेमात कायम जवळ असणं
हे गरजेचं नसतं,
लांब असूनदेखील मला
ओढ तुझीच असते.

सतत तुझा वाटतो अभिमान,
आनंददेखील होतो,
पण एकत्र आनंद साजरा करण्याचा
मोका माझ्याकडे नसतो.

माझी काळजी करू नकोस
असं मी कायम तुला सांगतो,
तुझ्या काळजीत मात्र मी
माझा प्रत्येक क्षण काढतो.
ही कविता २४ जून २०२० रोजी लिहिलेली आहे
मन भरून आले तुला पाहून,
आठवण येत होती तुझी.
तुला सांगायचं गेले राहून
मनातली गोड भावना माझी.

सुंदर दिसत होतीस तू,
नेहेमीसारखीच हसत होतीस,
पण तुझ्या हसण्याचा आनंद तू
मला मिळून देत नव्हतीस.

खूप समजावलं मी मनाला माझ्या –
नको तिची आठवण काढूस,
आठवणींच्या पेटाऱ्याला तुझ्या
पाहून नको अश्रू गाळूस.

पण तरीही, कधीतरी दार वाजल्यावर
तू भेटायला आलीयस असं वाटतं,
दारात कोणी तरी दुसराच दिसल्यावर
मन पुन्हा एकदा तुटतं.
ही कविता ०५ जून २०२० रोजी लिहिलेली आहे
Whatever name you bear, wherever you may be
Know in my suffering, I thought oft of thee
I may never meet you, may never know your smile
Such grieving thoughts, my heart cannot reconcile

I could dally in fantasy, but it would never be true
It might numb my aching, but it would never be you
I dwell in the pain, in the fear and unease
so one day I may sit with you, under the shade of trees

In the silence of spring morning, grass glistening from rain
There need be said nothing, for our eyes would make plain
the fulfillment of aching, the two joined in one
a foretaste of mystery, the Church and the Son.

For here as I'm writing, in my doubt and my grief,
I write this meager poem, to hold firm to belief,
that God may bring us hither, so that you might here see
knowing the depth of my love for you, and the prayers made for thee.
A knight's prayer
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