Hopium
Inhaling promises,
Exhaling truth.
Dreams dissolve,
Yet I cling—
To the smoke of “what if.”
Tranquil Skies
All I seek
is quiet skies,
where my thoughts
finally rest.
The Weight of Hearts
Do not touch a heart
You cannot hold.
Do not open a door
You will not walk through.
Love is not a game,
But a future—
Fragile, waiting.
If unready,
Let it remain untouched.
Whispers of Strength
Walk on shattered ground,
Let your pain whisper,
Not scream.
Carry your storms alone,
And leave no weight
On another’s soul.
Reality
Beginnings whisper promises,
But lies wear masks of gold.
Wait for the dusk—
Truth arrives in the fading light.
The Tea of Love
Water burns,
Milk blends,
Cardamom perfumes,
Almonds strengthen.
Love is the same—
Burning, blending,
Fragrant, enduring.
Each part has its place,
But whole only
When all unite.
Naked Soul
Not your skin,
But the essence within,
Belongs to those who undress
Your silence, your scars,
And love the untamed light
Of your soul.
Too Late
Later steals the now,
Turns whispers into silence,
And love into shadows.
What we delay
Becomes the ghost
Of what could have been.
Trial
Sleep,
a borrowed stillness—
Death’s rehearsal
with interruptions.
Flicker
I burned on a palm,
bright for a moment.
And then,
what happens to flames,
happened to me.
Awake
I shape your thought into you
and wake with it.
Even in dreams,
I wake within,
as you call my name,
suspecting I’ve lulled you
just to guard the night.
Fuel
If blind preachers
can mislead the flock,
why would the deceiver
not make them
the flames’ first fuel?
Her Silence
She carries the dusk,
where shadows whisper secrets
the sun will never know.
Unspoken
Your name,
a splinter in my breath,
aching in the spaces
silence left behind.
Ashes of Beauty
Time is a thief—
it plucks petals
and leaves the dust
to remember the bloom.
The Untamed
The sea hums of freedom,
a song only the lonely hear—
its waves erase footprints,
but never their weight.
The Vanishing Light
The sun died quietly,
leaving stars to wander
in an empty sky
that forgot their names.
The Quiet End
The moon knows—
we all stop wandering.
Even hearts grow tired
of chasing shadows.
Stillness
The world breathes,
and I, a drifting leaf,
unfold in its silence.
No race, no rush—
only the sky,
a mirror of my unspoken self.
Undressing
We bare our shadows
not to confess,
but to ask—
“Will you hold this darkness too?”
Love begins
where the light ends.
Freedom
Earn, not to fill pockets,
but to unlock doors—
to walk away
from chains
you never deserved.
Threads
Love weaves unseen threads—
you feel their joy,
their ache,
their lies,
as if the heart grows
a second soul,
just to hold them closer.
Awakening
Life waits for no one.
I must break the stillness,
rewrite the script,
and step into the story
I’ve only dreamed of living.
Stay
The clock is unkind,
its hands too swift for us.
Linger by the doorway,
let the silence speak.
Leave your scarf in my heart,
so you’ll have a reason
to return.
Fragile Bonds
Trust is glass—
a single crack,
and it cuts forever.
Loyalty,
the hands that hold it still.
Balance
Do not kneel
on a scale tilted away—
your worth
is not measured
by someone else’s hesitation.
Fate’s Irony
You arrived,
not as salvation,
but as the weight
my soul must carry—
a destiny carved in regret.
The Currency of Being
Paint me in whispers,
brushstrokes of hunger
where your skin ends
and mine begins.
Spend me recklessly—
a fortune of breaths,
a tide of undone sighs.
Peace is not quiet;
it is the storm we leave behind
when we collapse into
nothing
but us.
Eclipse
In the curve of your spine,
I paint galaxies;
your breath,
a hymn of surrender,
rises and falls
like tides craving the moon.
Between the chaos of touch
and the silence after,
I lose myself—
a mortal god,
finding peace
in your storm.
Red
Blood was never art,
just life spilling
where it broke.
We call it poetry
to survive the pain.
True Prestige
If you must announce it,
it was never yours.
Real VIPs don’t knock—
the doors open themselves.
Silent Prayers
There’s no contact,
but I never forget
to give charity
for her health
and well-being.
In such cold seasons,
she often fell ill.
The Ledger
Karma never forgets,
its book always balanced.
What you plant,
you shall harvest—
when the tables finally turn.
Vanishing Threads
Do not return
when silence has grown roots.
Memories unravel,
and time weaves new stories.
Occupied Silence
This time,
her anger was not mine to mourn.
In the ruins of us,
someone else
built a home.
Enough
Kindness is not a crown,
it’s a thread of decency
we all deserve to wear.
Don’t mistake a simple act
for a lifelong promise,
or confuse “enough”
with “everything.”
You are worthy
without begging for proof.
Faded Ties
Someone asked
if I still knew you.
A thousand memories knocked,
but I only smiled,
“Once, I did.”
Mirror Neurons
Your pain,
a spark in my mind.
Your joy,
a reflection in my heart.
Love—
a symphony of mirror neurons,
binding us in silent harmony.
Reflected Hearts
Your sorrow,
my ache.
Your laughter,
my joy.
Love—
a dance of mirrors,
binding souls as one.
Shadows and Light
A stranger will lift you,
while the familiar hand
may push you down.
Trust the silence,
but never forget
to hear the roar.
Heuristics
We choose the nearest star,
not the brightest.
Our minds,
paths of least resistance,
build castles
from broken reflections.
Heuristics—
a compass,
not the truth.
The Familiar Stranger
I gazed into the mirror,
and saw a face—
not mine,
but one I had worn
in another life.
Ephemeral Eternity
Love passed,
like a fleeting comet—
its glow burned deep,
etching constellations
into the vast,
unforgiving sky
of my existence.
Promise of Dawn
Sorrow whispers,
but never wins.
Clipped wings,
still yearn for the sky.
To fall is no defeat—
it’s the dusk
holding the promise of dawn.
Unwritten Betrayal
Perhaps,
in another lifetime,
your lies
didn’t rhyme
so beautifully.
Unspoken Words
Don’t take the text msgs
as mere lines—
I am arriving,
quietly,
between the words.
Lately, my poetry is read,
but today,
I am writing you.
Faint Echoes
A heart folds beneath unseen weight,
its cry a shadow in the void.
The world hears not the quiet fall,
yet the soul stirs, seeking itself.
Untamed Love
I am not gentle,
but I am true.
In my chaos,
you’ll find a love
that burns forever.
Rebirth
Old skin falls away,
tolerance turns to strength.
You meet yourself anew,
unafraid, unstoppable.
In Time’s Hands
When the dust settles,
we fade into echoes.
What remains is not flesh,
but the stories we leave behind.
How Do I Tell You?
I read too much,
speak too little.
I watch the moon for hours,
and wonder if it watches back.
The Birth of Light
Break,
but do not fear the breaking.
Fall,
for the ground will shape you.
This is not ruin,
but the chaos of creation—
a star being born
in the silence of your soul.
Shifting Faces
I saw one,
yet met another.
In silence, a mystery;
in speech, a stranger.
To lose him is one tale,
to find, another.
A foe, a friend,
an enigma of shifting masks.
Worship
How often I wonder—
the fragrance of devotion rises
from my love for you.
As my lips touch your name,
it feels as though
I bow to the Creator,
in awe of His masterpiece.
Passing Ties
Not all are meant to stay,
some bloom for a moment,
then fade into memory.
Hold the presence,
not the permanence.
The Comfort of Shadows
I retreated to the dark,
where silence feels like home.
The sun burned too brightly,
its warmth a weight I couldn’t bear.
Beauty and Love
You are beauty,
I am love.
Stun me—
and I will burn
in your brilliance.
The Illusion of Love
It wasn’t them,
it was you—
your love,
your gaze,
that painted them extraordinary.
Without it,
they are but the ordinary,
untouched by the magic
only your heart could create.
Absence
Absence,
the highest form of presence,
felt deeper
than any closeness.
The Will Within
O heart’s fire,
If I choose,
Worlds would bend,
And the road
Would end beneath my feet.
O quiet ache,
Stay still,
For I walk among echoes.
Strike me only
When silence
Becomes their song.
Beyond Desire
Desire is a flame,
but union—
it is the ash.
A step beyond longing,
where silence consumes
the self.
The Borrowed Life
O man,
Your stars are borrowed,
Your roof, fragile.
Freedom waits,
Where burdens end.
The Alms of Thought
Wisdom pays its due—
to endure ignorance,
to hold silence,
as folly fades
into its own echo.
Ashes of Silence
I reject the words
they’ll never speak,
burning bridges
they never built.
Their silence,
a louder apology
than their voice could ever be.
The Misunderstood
Depth is noise
to those who fear silence.
Overthinkers speak in waves,
but the emotionally unavailable
only hear chaos.
Epitaph of Absence
I hold their silence,
a ghost of words unsaid,
and bury it deep—
an unbuilt bridge
drowned in its own ashes.
Whispers of the Self
Be true,
love deeply,
speak bravely,
and let go gently.
Live now.
Grow always.
Be you.
True Bravery
Pride silences,
but love speaks—
bare, fragile,
and fearless.
The Measure of Growth
You’ve grown,
when words heal,
truth prevails,
and faults are owned
without pointing fingers.
The Spark
Knowledge is still,
until action ignites it.
Wisdom lives
in what we do,
not what we know.
The Cost of Love
To love
is to hand someone the blade,
knowing they might cut deep—
yet trusting
they won’t.
Eternal Mark
Some are scars,
faint and fading.
But you, darling,
you were the death.
Our Fall
I built you high,
like a temple of love.
But the ground shattered,
and your memory is heavier than the ruins.
What Love Leaves
To love is to give,
to lose is to shatter.
Yet from the ruins,
I still offer gentleness.
Rising
The grave isn’t the end,
but a beginning.
I bury myself,
only to rise again,
each time heavier,
each time stronger.
The Void
Wounds filled me,
time devoured me,
and you—
you vanished in my darkness.
Free
Lose the need,
and find yourself.
No chains remain—
only boundless being.
My heart now
Once tender, it swayed.
Now forged, it stands.
Still beats,
but so different now.
Eccedentesiast
Binary smiles,
errors within.
Encrypted pain,
unread by all.
Panic Button
She falters between grace and ruin,
offering love as a fleeting breath,
then retreating into absence—
a riddle she dares me to solve.
Each collapse,
an unspoken question:
“Will you still remain?”
Unspoken Balm
You mend the fractures unseen,
offering whispers of calm
you quietly ache for.
A quiet architect of peace,
you vanish into the stillness,
leaving only the balm
of your unspoken gift.
Eternal Truth
We are not bound by names,
not tethered by roles.
Darling,
we are the pulse,
the breath,
the essence—
we are love itself.
After You
I search for one like you,
who betrays—
yet never seems unfaithful.
A thousand loves may bloom,
but let no curse
of that first love
ever haunt you.
The Table
Estranged ones,
Come,
Sit,
Speak.
Strange,
To plead the infinite,
For the fleeting.
The Empty Vessel
Fill yourself first,
With light,
With love,
With strength.
For an empty heart,
Cannot pour life,
Into another.
The Dream
You,
A quiet flame,
A living dream.
And I,
A restless soul,
Sleep to keep you near.
Scars and Stars
I showed you my scars,
And you drew stars around them.
The script of pain,
Now glows with your touch.
True Bond
The reality is…
We all bear imperfections.
When another endures,
Relinquish your conceit.
Fidelity is unparalleled.
Resurgence
In silence, I stayed,
Shaping pain into grace,
Finding purpose in stillness,
And myself in the quiet.
Unseen Paths
Shadows of dreams,
whispered but untread.
Time gathers only
what is meant to stay.
In letting go,
we wear grace.
Focus
Faces may bloom,
but the path is clear—
eyes on the goal,
purpose unwavering.
Patience
Rushing breaks,
waiting builds.
A bond worth time
lasts a lifetime.
Silence Wins
Move quietly,
strike with purpose.
Speak only
to declare victory.
It Is What It Is
Be, flow.
Rise, grow.
Life, mend.
Strife, end.
Now, clear.
Here, near.
It is what it is—
Just is.
Code of Time
Time writes silence in lines of light,
choices flicker, wrong or right.
A single click, a ripple wide,
the universe lives inside.
Unchained Self
I am the light,
beyond their sight.
Not their frame,
nor their claim.
A truth untold,
free, bold.
The Silent Rose
Between thorns,
I found a rose,
Its petals bled love.
Genders
Two carved in stone,
Seventy-three in the wind.
Time speaks,
Stone remains.
The Linguistic Jest
In “hello,” there’s “hell,”
A fiery start, not so well.
In “goodbye,” rests “good,”
A silver lining misunderstood.
“Lie” hides within “believe,”
Truth’s mischief, a sly reprieve.
“Over” lurks inside “lover’s” game,
Endings wrapped in a passionate flame.
“End” sleeps in “friend,” so near,
A reminder sharp, yet sincere.
“Ex” awaits in “next” to remind,
Love’s echoes, a fleeting bind.
And in “life,” rests the “if,”
A playful twist, a curious cliff.
Words dance, meanings bend,
Laughter blooms where sorrows blend.
When They Ask
And when they ask,
“What legacy have you left behind?”
May your answer never be,
“I’ve waited at the crossroads,
afraid to choose a path.”
Instead, let it be:
“I walked through storms,
chased the sun,
and painted the sky
with my struggles and dreams.”
Quiet Battles
Don’t confront me with my fall,
I still hear its haunting call.
Failures linger, scars remain,
Quiet battles, silent pain.
Silent Helplessness
I weep,
Not for what I cannot give,
But for what I cannot change.
Love consoles,
But it cannot save.
Life’s Compass
Let go of guilt,
Banish the ache of needless pain.
Face the fear,
Taste the courage.
Trust the joy,
And when darkness stares,
Turn to the light.
The Weight of Silence
I ask for little,
yet the stars
hide their light.
A river does not beg the ocean,
but it still deserves to meet it.
Do not confuse
a quiet flame
with the absence of fire.
The Illusion of Us
It wasn’t the fall,
but the dream of being caught.
Your silence was louder
than all my words.
I gave you my skies,
you left me the ground.
Erosion
The door is ajar,
your absence—its wind.
I am still the stone,
eroding under your silence.
The Origin
At the zero vector,
she sat—
a fixed point in chaos,
where the null set birthed infinity,
and value converged
to the limits of her presence.
Gentler Skies
The stars remain distant,
the universe silent.
If only it could
soften its edges—
for me,
for you,
for us.
Bloom
You are the breath
the universe held,
a seed buried in silence,
waiting to bloom
when meaning fades.
They Break
They break gentle hearts,
then fear the echo of their harm.
Blame the roar,
but forget the silence they shattered.
The Breath of Silence
Silence was the first prayer—
God spoke, and the stars wept.
Time held its breath,
but the world mistook the stillness for absence.
Burning Souls
They burn,
become the wind,
and gift the world
unseen wings.
Tethered Past
He leads bones,
a leash of silence.
The beast obeys,
but who is bound—
man or memory?
Tomorrow’s Fragility
If you knew,
it could vanish,
wouldn’t each moment
become treasure?
Resolve
My love is boundless,
but my dignity unwavering.
Fail to value me,
and I shall part, whole.
Scarlet
On the ramparts of flesh,
scarlet blooms silently scream.
Time’s leash lies broken,
as eternity swallows its own shadow.
Unclaimed Love
I bore love’s cost
without its gift,
a name on my lips
that never answered.
Unvoiced
Uncommunicated,
expectations rise.
Premeditated,
resentment thrives.
The Minimal Thread
A call,
not care.
A bond,
not love.
You stay,
just enough—
to return
when you need.
I Exist
I exist, yet I do not.
Pain does not hurt,
Joy does not heal.
O Love,
You have emptied me.
Eremition
I fade,
not in anger,
but in need—
to renew,
to become
silence.
Ashes of Me
I was burning,
Yet you blamed the smoke.
I was breaking,
Yet you cursed the cracks.
You never saw the fire
That kept me alive.
The Trusted Blade
It’s not the enemy’s dagger
That cuts the deepest.
It’s the trusted hand,
Holding the blade.
I Am Worthy
I am worthy—
Of love that heals,
A career that inspires,
A family that holds,
A peace that lingers,
And a life that thrives.
Love Mislaid
Amid what is uttered,
And what remains concealed,
Love falters softly,
Mislaid in the unspoken.
Infinite Loop
Not us, but you persist,
Hardcoded in my core memory,
An immutable variable,
Running in an endless loop.
Light Within
Time won’t grow,
but your glow will—
spark it now.
The Unfinished Symphony
A crack in the sky,
spilling stars upon the wounds of my soul.
Each spark a promise,
each silence a hymn—
I am not done yet.
Phases
To be whole,
I must first be hollow—
like the moon,
shedding light
to find it again.
Self
I found myself
in the quiet corners,
where no one looked.
To love the world,
I loved me first.
Reflection
She imagines him imagining her.
A mirror within a mirror,
endlessly creating,
destroying,
and saving her.
The Quiet Duel
I built empires of silence,
each stone a buried scream,
each tower a shield of pride.
But when you called my name,
the walls fell,
and I fought—
not for you,
but for the pieces of me
I had forgotten how to love.
Resonance
Your phrases endure,
woven into the lexicon of others,
a quiet testament
to your lingering presence.
Timeless Voice
Your words remain,
spoken by others,
a quiet reminder
of your lasting essence.
The Bridge
An apology,
not weakness,
but a bridge—
built with care,
valuing hearts over pride.
Unwritten Verses
If souls had voices,
judgment would lose its tongue.
If hearts left echoes,
love would be the only sound.
Unbroken
Walk with me,
I walk beyond endings.
When I’m dust,
let silence speak.
If a heart won’t leave,
bury it with me.
A Hunter’s Truth
A hunter that goes hunting,
And returns with a goat,
Is not a hunter—
He is a thief.
The Rebellion
My existence is a rebellion,
A defiance of silence,
A crime against stillness.
Call me chaos—
I am free.
Becoming Light
I stopped
seeking the light,
Tired of chasing shadows.
I chose instead
To become the glow
That darkness cannot hold.
The Embrace
I bore your torment and lived,
Yet here I stand.
Dare to hold me once,
And watch me fade from your hands.
The Mask
I wear indifference like armor,
But beneath,
A trembling heart
Fears the loss
Of unreachable dreams.
Whisper of Truth
To know many,
Is to understand faces.
To love one,
Is to discover the soul.
Essence of Being
Learn all arts,
Master every skill,
But when you meet a soul,
Be nothing but a soul.
The Choice
Those around you
will either lift you
or chain you.
Choose wisely—
freedom or confinement
is always in your hands.
Verse of Love
And when you
enter hearts,
dwell there
with grace.
Martyrdom of Waiting
I breathed in hope,
yet exhaled despair.
The wait,
once a tender ache,
now bleeds silence.
Garden’s Grace
Life shan’t bow to disdain,
Nor crumble for one grief.
Would one lost bloom
Condemn the garden to ruin?
Labyrinth of Thought
To think too much
Is to wander endlessly,
Through corridors of despair,
Where silence screams,
And every thought is a trap.
Reflection
Give,
and it shall return.
Withhold,
and it shall wither.
This is balance,
this is all.
Your Light
Somewhere,
your existence
mends a heart,
lifts a spirit,
and brightens the world
in ways you may never see.
The Truth of Colours
For those deprived of scent,
it is wise to withhold the roses.
When the eyes lose their sight,
all colours stand as equals.
The Abandoned Seat
I left that table long ago,
finding peace in solitude,
unbound by others’ stories,
crafting my own.
Beyond the Top
Climb high,
but know,
beyond the peak,
the earth waits,
patient,
unforgiving.
Even in Emptiness
I know no shallow feelings—
even in emptiness,
I drown completely.
Pretending
If you look closely,
every soul is pretending,
hiding in plain sight.
Eternal Haven
Your silence sings of solace,
your gaze halts the turning world.
Not merely a presence,
you are the axis of my belonging,
the sanctuary I never knew I sought.
Light of Wisdom
Scattered facts,
Connected thoughts,
Fragrant consciousness,
This is the light of wisdom.
If Only
If only time
had hands,
I would hold it still
where you last stood.
But now,
it walks away,
with all the warmth
I should have held longer.
Good Moments
They came,
they left—
but for a moment,
they were mine.
Unfading
Memory—
a shadow that stays,
a whisper that wounds,
a flame that never dies.
Equation of the End
ΔS → max
Entropy swells, order dissolves.
T = 0
Heat fades, the clock unwinds.
L = 0.693 / λ
Lifespan halved, decay precise.
Cells obey, telomeres shorten,
Σ(t) → Φ
Every breath, a step in the sequence.
f(x) = ∫ e⁻ᵗ dt
Probability collapses—
The moment unknown, yet inevitable.
But no theorem binds the soul.
No limit holds the unseen.
For beyond all numbers,
He alone decrees.
Expansion
The heart beats—
not to mark time,
but to defy stillness.
You will break,
so break beyond limits.
You will fall,
so fall into meaning.
The universe expands—
so must you.
Wo The Man
“Hi.”
Late.
“Watching football.”
Not my problem.
“Sorry.”
Too little, too late.
“Can I call you?”
Nope.
Call Messi.
Φ: The Divine Sequence
1 – A point, a thought.
1 – A mirror, a breath.
2 – The first embrace.
3 – Harmony hums.
5 – Life finds balance.
8 – The spiral begins…
1.618…
Not made, not forced—
just is.
∞
God counts this way.
“Φ: The Divine Sequence”
یہ نظم Φ (گولڈن ریشو، 1.618) کی الوہیت، ریاضیاتی عظمت، اور فطرت میں اس کی موجودگی کو مختصر مگر گہری شکل میں بیان کرتی ہے۔
1 – A point, a thought.
یہ کائنات کی ابتدا کی علامت ہے—ایک نقطہ، ایک خیال، وہ پہلا لمحہ جب تخلیق نے جنم لیا۔
1 – A mirror, a breath.
یہ وحدانیت اور توازن کا استعارہ ہے۔ جیسے ریاضی میں 1 ہمیشہ خود کو منعکس کرتا ہے، ویسے ہی زندگی میں پہلا سانس خود کو دہراتا ہے۔
2 – The first embrace.
یہ دو قوتوں کے امتزاج کا لمحہ ہے—دو اجسام، دو نظریات، یا دو لکیریں جو مل کر ایک مکمل تصویر …
[Excess.exe]
Booting…
Fire: warms… burns.
Water: quenches… drowns.
Power: builds… enslaves.
Ego: defines… blinds.
Ambition: fuels… consumes.
Error: System Overload.
Warning: Poison Detected.
Terminate process?
[Y/N]
40%
She loaded,
silence syncing.
As she left, I asked,
“Did I drain your data?”
She smiled—
“Did I set a cap?”
Born to Burn
They fit in—I break free.
They follow—I blaze.
I am the flame,
never the shadow.
Unwritten Pulse
You are the ink
I was never given,
the pulse
time forgot to name.
Between absence and eternity,
I exist—
a whisper
in the throat of silence.
Pro Max
I stand at the edge of doubt,
hands full of questions.
I call—
and his voice builds bridges,
turns storms into maps.
I am an adult,
but he is Pro Max—
a compass, a calm,
the answer I trust.
1.618
Beauty
measures everything
you call imperfect.
Endless Fall
Mind—a sky with no ground.
Thoughts—a stairway breaking midair.
Self—a name the wind forgets.
Love burns, yet we shiver.
Truth moves, yet we chase.
Silence speaks, yet we listen.
Falling, knowing—there is no landing.
वैलेंटाइन?
ना कोई दिन,
ना कोई फूल—
बस तुम,
हमेशा तुम।
— मुहम्मद के.
Still
A name—forgotten.
A touch—unmet.
A love—unfinished.
Unlocked
I knocked,
silence answered.
So I left.
My Laws
Love shows.
Trust proves.
Sorry corrects.
Loyalty stays.
Existence
I arrived,
but now I wonder—
was the journey ever worth it?
Once You Betray
The unfaithful
should only love
their own kind.
Written in Light
Silence weaves between endless stars,
time bends where longing waits,
light spills from forgotten prayers,
shadows kneel before boundless love,
eternity sings—a golden echo.
Better Way
Detach with grace,
not plead in vain.
Hold your worth,
let peace remain.
Leave to Heal
The air still holds
the poison you breathed.
Walls remember your wounds.
Walk away—
before they cut you again.
Stillness
Peace is not found—
it is made,
within the quiet,
before the world
begs for order.
Home
Not bricks, not walls—
but a voice that calms,
arms that hold,
eyes that say, you belong.
The Last Reckoning
One day,
I will face my heart—
for if it wanders still,
I will cease to be.
A Conversation with the Devil
I met the devil in the hollow dusk,
and I asked, “How did you make her despise her home?”
He smirked, his voice a thread of smoke—
“I did nothing but show her a mirror.
I let her see only the dust, never the gold,
the silence, never the love that breathed within it.
I made her count the steps she took, not the lives she held.
And then… she walked away on her own.”
Love’s Waltz
“Yield,” whispered Love.
I fell, I fractured,
Yet dust did not settle.
Blood sang,
Wounds glowed.
Love smiled—
“Now, you live.”
Truth of Annihilation
A drop trembled,
thinking itself the sea.
A flame faded,
mistaking itself for the light.
I was never there,
just a veil
burning in radiance.
The Edge of Wings
Some bled from thorns,
some vanished in perfume.
Those who fled love
were broken by rules.
The bird stood at the edge—
not of a cage,
but of the sky
it was told not to trust.
The Last Critic
Take care of yourself—
I cannot afford
to lose
another honest wound.
The Day I Let Go
I waited—
not for you,
but for the day
I no longer would.
Unburdened
I did not grow by force,
nor by will—
only by letting go
of what held me back.
Unbothered Era
No complaints, no wait,
No wounds, no weight.
Just me,
and my peace.
The Price of Now
Each step—
a debt to tomorrow.
Spend wisely.
Scripted Grief
This heartbreak,
this flood of pain—
nothing more
than performance art.
Unfolding
Not a form,
not a frame,
but a becoming.
Her Companion
When she falls,
he wraps around her gently.
When the world turns silent,
he becomes her voice.
With a gleam in his eyes,
he walks beside her—
her greatest ally,
her boy cat.
The Death That Breathes
Love did not kill me,
but it left me buried—
awake, breathing,
in a grave with no name.
Unbidden
She sat for relief,
but pleasure spilled instead.
A pulse, a heat—
number one turned three,
and she left,
flushed deeper than her skin.
Drift
Your eyes meet mine,
yet don’t stay.
Your voice speaks,
yet feels silent.
Your hands reach,
yet never find me.
“Trace”
Spoken—yet unheard.
Present—yet unseen.
Living—yet unfelt.
Illusion
Love—
felt, but not found.
Seen, but not real.
Ours, yet imagined.
I
I give you my example,
Love leaves even the living,
Like a shadow leaves the body,
And God leaves a prayer.
Wager
I could shatter you
with a blink,
O cursed dream
of a suffering eye.
Shall we bet?
Obsolete
Love,
once a relic of gods and poets,
now gathers dust
like forgotten coins
in a nameless tomb.
Rare,
yet unwanted.
Priceless,
yet worthless.
Burnt Child
A burnt child loves the fire—
not despite the pain,
but because of it.
Dusky Girl of Leicester
Tell them,
of the girl behind the counter
at Chaiiwala,
the one with eclipse eyes.
She pours chai,
but never spills her dreams.
Shadowed in silence, she waits.
Aching for someone to listen.
Nights pass, her story stays.
Alone, yet singing within.
Unfading
I saw you,
wrapped in quiet light,
walking beyond echoes.
No words, no vows—
yet something stayed.
The Hollow Hunger
Desire—
a cruel trick,
feeding on absence,
starving the soul.
Even kings ache
for what was never theirs.
Muhammad K.
