We walked through Woods, side by side,
you told me everything you kept inside,
I held it all, didn’t let you fall,
I cared too much… you barely at all.
You laughed with me, I fell for you,
you kept it light, I thought it was true,
I gave you love, without a break,
you gave me warnings I didn’t take.
You said “don’t fall,” I fell anyway,
you said “this won’t last,” I chose to stay,
you called it “karmic,” kept it small,
like what we had meant nothing at all.
Was I just someone who made it easier?
Someone's bandage when life got heavier?
You felt better, then let me go,
like I was something you used and outgrew.
You moved on fast, like I was fine,
like I didn’t cross every line,
you said “just friends,” like it’s okay,
but I lost myself along the way.
Now you’re at peace, and I’m still here,
stuck with the weight you left this year,
so call it “karmic,” call it what you need,
but deep inside, it’s clear to see,
it wasn’t karmic… at least for me.
BTC (Basic Transaction Cumulation)
A Conceptual Relationship Readiness Theory
Discovered & Conceptualized by:
Er. Haider Khan
(Real Name: Mohammad Shafi Khan)
Author | Thinker | Kashmir
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Introduction
BTC (Basic Transaction Cumulation) is a newly conceptualized idea that explains emotional readiness before entering a new relationship or marriage, especially after a long-term breakup.
Just as banks review transaction history before approving a new account, BTC studies the emotional transaction record of a person before they begin a new emotional commitment.
This concept was discovered and defined by Er. Haider Khan (Mohammad Shafi Khan) as a way to understand why some relationships succeed quickly while others fail despite strong feelings.
Greater London.'
Greater Melbourne'
Greater Germany'
Greater Isreal.'
Am i missing something.?
… do you love me, woman
it is cloudy in this street
as that sandalwood perfume
stretching between our arms
here everything of it is gone
with the floods and good
you are the only tree left behind
and love is the dewdrops
even the axe that cuts them
into pieces, remains a noble soul
falling slowly from the last leaf
to the bare ground of mire
somewhere in the mist behind the bridge
a brain is smouldering with the request
to return this soul
to its former position
and retains its fragrance
in the trap, unaccompanied
thinking about a lover is sweeter than kissing
because love is not feeling
and I cherish that moment in itself
when I am alone but through a subsequent passage
that’s why I illustrate
your perfume filling the dig we create
woman, do you still love me
I’m one of the connexions, though really why
it should be, after all, is none so apparent
your body is a cloth I wear
in this cold weather I’m
struggling with my broken left leg…
"Boron in its crystalline carbon structure, I am glad to be!"
Mesmerising whispers of silence..
Settle down quietly below the fire.
Bolstering support of silence..
Upholding pristine unalloyed promise.
Learnings and lessons of silence..
Carving a rock into the star.
The sturdy clutch of the silence..
Embracing the most promising touch.
Silent steps of the silence…
Galloping along proudly through the stride.
Glittering candor of the silence..
Gliding together forever thru the stars
Silent attempts of the silence..
Gracefully bowed and proudly vowed!
Today I’m grateful for how far my family extends…
and it fills me with elation…
knowing as I look out on the world…
how all of creation…is my relation.
I wish you would understand,
When you lend a hand
To some homeless people due to emotion,
Some people will think you destroyed relation.
When you don't help out few hypocrite friends;
Who keep wishing you bad and thinking to cut your hands.
I wish you would understand,
Reality of life and continue to stand.
huh! Life is sometimes unpredictably and inexplicably.
When many people are up and downward
Looking for different things and finding them hardly.
When you stand to help few desperate people in your ward,
it is so good my dear , humanity is always priority.
April 02/2023
Written for poetry contest sponsored by Edward Ibeh
Picked title: "I WISH YOU WOULD "
16 Curious relationship
I love this girl, her adventurous eyes,
But curiously, I want to deceive her,
So, I ask myself the right question,
“Am I missing something?”
The answer is no, so I’ll offer roses
Instead of crossing England,
Maybe she’s not bringing me
The happiness I seek,
Maybe happiness doesn’t exist,
Not with her, not with anyone else,
I’m like those gold diggers
Who will never travel to California?
I love this girl, her hands talking
Her hair talking to the forests,
Am I afraid of my feelings?
To stay with her all my life,
To stop dreaming of California,
She would make me crazy.
When you deal with your mother
You touch her like a feather
When you move with your father
Be kind, make him not bother
Let association with your brother
Cause not any kind of bad weather
Your relation with your sister
Must not cause serious blister
You show reverence to priest
And pray to Sun in the East
Depend greatly upon your friend
But, let not your good nature end
Please protect your servant-maid
By arranging for her timely aid
Take care of your watchman
By chalking out a safety plan
Pay kindness to your neighbor
Toward him, no ill-will you harbor
Have full trust in your banker
As he makes prosperity occur
Be considerate to your lawyer
As he saves you from fire
Tell the whole truth to your auditor
Or else law becomes an alligator
Always kindly respect the police
Your problems they will ease
Carefully listen to your teacher
And miss not his golden lecture
With a vendor wage never a war
Depending upon him we all are
Never make anyone your enemy
Believe in my words and trust me.
Sexual relation before marriage
is nothing but doomed a girl, yes.
The culprit is none other than you, the slave
response to intercourse such you thus.
sexual relation before marriage
is nothing but doomed a girl, yes.
If someone drinks poison in her full conscious
what may give it in return, the death!!
Know that sin is cursed in influence of greed
as you act- likewise it return that.
Woman is not feeble nor a toy to play
there are many womem who rank high in the sky
but in past whose fate were so sad in worth.
Those who fond of relation such they are the sin
of this earth.
Sexual relation before marriage
is nothing but doomed a girl, yes.
The culprit is none other than you, the slave
response to intercourse such you thus.
sexual relation before marriage
is nothing but doomed a girl, yes.
The new kid’s name is Dallas, she is in my class.
Told to us by our sixth-grader at supper.
Yeah, I know. Houston’s sister.
I was confused now. Who is Houston?
Her brother. He is in my class.
This was reported by my fifth grader.
“Any relation to Austin or San Antonio?” my third grader asked.
Apparently twins joined his class today.
I surmised they might be related.
Since birth it was between *U and Me*.
*U* hold my hand at the time of frights.
*U* pat my shoulders to admire my strive.
*U* wiped my tears while drowning into ebb and flows of woes..
Then the page flipped
U* and *Me* extended to *He*.
It generated a *trio* between *U*, *Me*, and *He*.
Now love flourished equally between three.
I felt *U* in his melting touch.
I saw your flickering image in his eyes burning with love.
I felt *U* when *He* wrapped his arms around *Me*.
Once In a moment of delight,
I raised my hands, closed my eyes and wished.
May this trio remain forever between *U, Me* and *He*.
Ameen
This poetic prose is my confession of true love . © a day ago, Sidra zahoor spiritual • mystic • love • strength • of • relationship
One word is enough
To explain our relation
That is betrayal
I was in toxic relation with tod
He put deep inside his steel rod.
"I love you"
So many times i have told you.
But in the deep cold tides of our relation,
time and time again, when I was the offender,
the hurtful, the guilty.....
I could not say once,
"I seek your forgiveness, Dear I'm really sorry".
(12.03.2021)
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