Poetry

Philosophy taught me that every human being wants to be understood.

Psychology taught me that most people don’t know how to ask for it.

That’s why we flirt, joke, test, withdraw, and seek attention.

We’re often saying “understand me” without using those words.

As Ghalib wrote:

“Dil-e-naadaan tujhe hua kya hai,
Aakhir is dard ki dawa kya hai.”

Behind many romantic pursuits lies a simpler desire:

To be truly seen.

Just tried to write a poem idk how it is -

         𝑨 𝑭𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒔 

     𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒆 
     𝑰 𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒉, 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆. 
    𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒚 𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚, 
    𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒔, 𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 

     𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒛𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 
     𝑹𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚  
     𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕. 
 
    𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅, 
    𝑻𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘, 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒅. 
    𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆  
   𝑨𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 . 
   
   𝑾𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒌𝒚, 
    𝑶𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊 --- 
    𝑩𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆 .     —Jonaid Ahmed

Relationships are so beautiful when you and your partner are actually good friends. You show up together, share inside jokes, talk openly, have fun, and totally vibe like besties. It’s amazing when the dynamic isn’t just romantic..

                                #Arxi

F u c k looking for love, what about the pain it brings?
Claiming you're a angel, they gon' have to take your wings
But where you wind up, while I accept the climb up and everything it brings

Your favorite's nowhere near me when I'm dedicated
Always humble, usually disciplined and never hated
Call me quiet, call me lazy, talent never faded
It's frustrating when your grindin' ain't appreciated
Should have been dead in my twenties, s h i t, at least I made it

My future wife is surrounded by Wolf's I have to find her quickly 🤺🔪

You came like certainty in human form,
then left like you never learned my name.

No warning, no closure—just silence
where conversation used to live.

And I keep asking the air:
why touch a heart
you had no intention of keeping?

We were not made for temporary feelings,
or love that survives only in the beginning.

We are built for depth,
for loyalty that does not shift,
for intentions that fear Allah before desire.

Still, I pray—
that what breaks us
never hardens us.

Some of my late night writings

The weight of becoming

The night falls still.
The phone is where stories unfold,
With messages left to exchange,
But no hand to hold.

Wedding season drifts across your dimmed screen,
smiling faces, vows exchanged, a happy life you've never seen.

You send your blessings and mean every word you say,
then close the app and watch the joy fade away.

Tomorrow's alarm is begrudgingly set,
counting down the hours with quiet regret.

Another dawn.
Another prayer.
Another day pretending you do not care.

And there, in the darkness, the question returns,
not as a whisper, but like a candle as something that burns.

"When will it be my turn ?"
A gentle tear now starts to fill,
but in the still of the night, another question cuts far deeper still..

Are you waiting for love...
or avoiding the work of becoming worthy of it ?
Do you seek patience,
Without you being patient, even a bit ?

You ask for someone who holds integrity in private and in public view,
but when nobody is watching, what do you do ?

Every day counts every blessing delayed.
The heart counts every excuse you've ever made.

Perhaps the waiting is not the test,
perhaps it's the mirror that what will lay everything down to rest.

Perhaps the ache in your chest was never meant to break you apart,
Perhaps it is present to expose the demons still hidden within your heart.

For if the person you've prayed for walked through your door tonight,
would they find a companion prepared for the journey and turbulent flight ?

Or are you merely someone lonely, desperate, and tired of the front ?
With no echo, the room still remains silent, which makes you even more petulant.

Under the weight of your own soul, another tear falls unseen.
Another prayer rises between what is and what might have been.

And before sleep finally takes you an unconscious distance away,
one final question remains that keeps resurfacing everyday.

Are you truly waiting for the one written for you,
or is the one written for you still waiting for you to change into someone true ?

“ I had a lot of worries in my life, most of which never happened “

(Kejora.in.silence)