Poetry

Come on, let me recite a poem. Whatever words I say, they become. If I say a question, a tear. Wash your fair cheeks. I'll come and write, you'll come. I'll sit and write, you'll come and sit. You rest your head on my bed. I'll say sleep, you'll go to sleep. I'll write your hut on paper. A smile will appear on your lips. I'll write my heart, you'll hold my heart. I'll wander around and write, and it will be lost. I'll draw your hands with a pencil. Then place your hands on my hands. Something upside down, something straight. I will do it. Something straight will turn upside down. I will sigh, you will do it. I will write restlessly, you will become restless. Then the story of restlessness. May you feel a little at ease. I will write right now, you will think of me. Then I will write the sheet, your sleep will fall. When I write the cup, something will happen to you. I will write love, you will become it. I will write love, you will become it.

Whenever i tried to love a girl always two thoughts contradict one is detachment one is dependent
Dependent:I stayed because I feared what I would become without her

Detachment : i left because I feared what i was becoming with her

People have beautiful things to say about you behind your back , but you must die first

If a person wants to be truly happy they have to eliminate two things from their life : the fear of a bad future and the memory of a bad past

Hello Karachi 😊

What does life give us?
Something I am still learning in this season of my life.

Sometimes uncertain,
yet certain at the same time.

But life gives me more
than what it takes.

Pain, hope, betrayal, desperation -
even the hidden desire to give up,
while still holding tightly
to hopes already turning hopeless.

So what does life give us?
Perhaps nothing more
than humans trying to survive
a reality
that may either break us
or build us.

• -Free Spirited soul

I miss you without telling you.
I miss you without seeing you,
without even touching you,
yet your face lives everywhere
in my thoughts and in my heart.

Am I betraying us,
or only betraying myself?

Because surely,
we are still suspended in uncertainty-
holding on without hope,
giving up while still on hold.

I wish I could say everything.
But the truth is,
I am uncertain too.

• -shattered one

“If he is meant for you, nothing can keep him away. If he is not, nothing can make him stay.” 💙

How poetic of the almighty to put salt in tears and the ocean, to show how deep emotions can be.