i miss you... i miss you in those most random of moments. i forget to forget you, to let you go of you and memories.... i smell you randomly, i still feel your touch trace across my body. the visions of you filling my mind against my will. i can feel the emotions ripping through my heart as each flashes in my head..... why did you go ? i don't feel like you left but your absence has been filled with the memories of our times together. bittersweet limerence comes crawling in as i try to shut the door for the meories to stop. i miss you, i cant tell you or even lie to myself about it. i know i love you and my love wasnt enough, i screamed and pleaded with you to not leave.. to not abandon me. you were at doorway looking out.... here my pleas to growth with me, don't leave out of fear.... we can work through fear together. but you couldn't fight anymore. a moment flashed were i saw our future together.. what could have been? the places we would've went. the children we could have had, the beautiful memories we created. now im left in the floor scared and grieving of my life that could've been
I’ve walked the length of my sentence
long after the gates unlatched,
counting the gravel underfoot
as if each stone might still accuse.
The years have grown moss over my name,
but transgression carved into memory’s vestibule
means there is always one chair turned away,
its back carved with the shape of my absence.
I’ve mended the fence,
stitched the torn sleeve,
poured water into the roots I once scorched—
but the wind still carries
a syllable I cannot unhear.
So I move,
but not without the weight of glancing—
a pilgrim with a mirror in his pack,
catching the ghost of my own retreat.
And forward is a road
that keeps folding back on itself,
a loop of weathered timber and rain-dark stone,
where even the horizon
wears my shadow like a borrowed coat,
and the door I step through
is always the same vestibule.
.
ISHQ-E-VAFA
ISHQ-E-VAFA KE BADLE, HUMKO KYA MILA?
ISHQ-E-ZAFA KE BADLE, TUMKO KYA MILA?
HUM NAHIN TERE SAR-E-TAJ KE GHAFIL,
TERI RUSDO-AGAHI MEIN HUMKO SALIKA MILA.
ISHQ-E-RUSWA KE BADLE, HUMEIN ZAKHM MILA,
ISHQ-E-FANA KE BADLE, TUMHEIN BAKA MILA.
HUM NAHIN HAIN TERE SHOKH-E-ISHQ KE BANDE,
TERE RAH-E-SHOKH MEIN HUMEIN PATTHAR MILA.
SHARM-O-HAYA KE BADLE, HUMEIN ZILLAT MILA,
SHOKH-E-BEZAR KE BADLE, TUMHEIN ETIMAAD MILA.
HUM NAHIN TERE UMEED-E-FAZA KE KHILONE,
TERE FIRAAQ-E-ISHQ MEIN HUMEIN RAFTAAB MILA.
DIL-E-RUBABIYAT KE BADLE, HUMEIN RANJ MILA,
DIL-E-SHOR KE BADLE, TUMHEIN SUKOON MILA.
“RAHEMAN” SADA HAI RAFTAAB-E-HAQEEQAT PE,
TERE RAFTAAB-E-BATIL MEIN HUMEIN HAQ MILA.
RAAH-E-GULSHAN KE BADLE, HUMEIN ZEHAR MILA,
ZAKHM-O-ZAFA KE BADLE, TUMHEIN HAYA MILA.
RAHEMAN AB NAHIN RAHA MUHAJIR BANKAR,
TERE ISHQ-E-FIRAAQ MEIN HUMEIN AAINA MILA.
Perhaps I had done the gods wrong in my past life
Such that love was wielded to me as a knife
Maybe I’m confused, too young, and too naive
But isn’t it love if it destroys you when it leaves?
The eyes plead when your words escape you
They betray me when I say I’m done and through
For this feeling never truly disappeared, even if I deny
It’s hidden under a mountain of hurt, happiness, and lies
One could say it’s love in its purest and best form
It never even started, so why worry about the storm
It pushes all the limits and breaks all the rules
It ruins you and turns even scholars into fools
I was hopelessly hoping for a flicker or a spark
But I burned in your flames that lit up the dark
The days turned into months of wearing away
And the scars made me see stars in the light of day
It hurts too much to be given any other name
I was drawn to you like a moth to a burning flame
I tried to make you stay, but it was all for naught
For you were mine in all the ways you were not.
I No longer look for any contact
Your memory is fading like the past
Dreams we shared once alive
Dreams now give possibilities
Values shape our soul endlessly
Honor yourself and your family and open totally
Dancing with myself is like singing in the rain
Future I welcome with excitement
Fear is exempt
Letting go has saved me
Dreams are my right you see
“Perhaps,” he asked her nervously,
“There’s a movie you would like to see.”
She smiled at him and answered, “Yes,
There is this week, how did you guess?”
“Perhaps I’m psychic,” he replied.
“Shall I pick you up or meet inside?”
“Ah,” she said, “I have a confession.
Perhaps I gave the wrong impression.
I want to see the film, it’s true,
But there’s no way I would go with you!”
I see fire , feel fire
Passion piercing heart.
Ashes of lost love to fly.
Bubbling blood to flood.
Sensing betrayal in smoke.
My heart is burning.
No consolation to soul.
Fire purifies.
I didn't know all this time it was wrong
To have feelings so soon, so strong,
Until I lived through a chain sequence
Of swinging between lust and limerence.
I didn't know people would be so shallow
About matching with me: leaving me hollow.
I carried myself through every heartache,
I consoled myself each time in a new take.
I didn't know I was being innocently lead on,
With how each of them came and gone.
I sit alone in my room, wondering why,
Was it me or just because they were "shy?"
I didn't know how hard it is to find love,
How hard it is to pursue them without shove.
I'll always grieve my losses in romance,
But I know one day I'll have my chance.
You never cared about me really.
It hurts to finally open my eyes and see.
Now I just feel so stupid and lonely.
I am nothing but a fool to society.
what gives,
in tunnel waves,
a burial,
a three sixty
of tumbling
of the numbing
a red forest,
sleeping
needles here,
gently
pressing
against
her chest....
Painful
tomb,
not here,
near
to explode
near
her womb.
What's real,
a here,
of an object
of a princess
not crumbling
to your wishing
of her seas
Just leave
and her sleeves
in defense
of not wish to be.
What truth hides
behind locked closets
that we bang
and try
to smash down.
Infinity
is eternal,
Your voice,
sweet to my throat.....
I was out of line
when I unlocked
and the door creaked
and something clicked....
Smooth shiny hair
in a bar of moments,
tender sweet flesh
I wish I wasn't there....
I wish I could escape
outside the mirror,
the abyss of gibberish
is all of something
like drunken-ness
Best friends like
a married rapid couple,
and I so much wish
it had remain so......
Your winning personality,
I guess just won me freely
without your heresy.
I say in love farewell.
I shared in love to you,
My thoughts and all my feelings,
Words my dreams outgrew.
I saw your beauty with eyes
That pity a blind man’s fate
For missing your heart’s radiance
That I will never shake.
I speak of twenty Helens,
Props to Marlowe and Poe,
But nothing else can match
The beauty with you I knew.
She believed in love at first sight
was deluded and double-crossed
one more time put her heart on the line
everything she once had now is lost
never knew no one who'd dissemble and lie
stab her in the back as he looked her in the eye
made the mistake of giving him her trust
now she's all beat up broke down battered and bust
she who had the faith love conquers all
was duped deceived taken for a ride
if she knew then all she knows now
there'd be no heartbreak she'd be dry-eyed
what a charmer come to no harmer
he enticed her then sliced and diced her
he's a two-timing four-flushing freak
if anyone ever was the perfect portrayal of one
living on a diet of deception and betrayal
he's a true Casanova a real Don Juan
Deserted; you have left me
wandering alone, only my mind
to accompany my sad song.
I sing it to an audience of one;
myself.
Confused; I remain lost,
you say you love me,
yet you refuse to speak
the language of both
our hearts.
Waiting; my passion pleads
to be expressed in its fullness,
with no bounds, no limitations,
even beyond our own
expectations.
Unrequited; I will not settle
for one such as this; who fathoms less,
who is unable to measure up
to her own promises which
I once accepted as reality.
I'm a small garden of the soul -
A place where we keep patience in tending roses...
thinking of each other,
trying to blossom like flowers.
Anh oi
I'm not a fickle wind
That blows whenever I want
or only when your heart desires...
#hongphuongphan
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