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Best Poems Written by Parth Zadey

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Almost Mine, Always Loved

"Why don’t you speak like you used to…?"
You smiled…
but your silence echoed louder than a thousand words.
How do I stay calm around you,
when every part of me still belongs to you?

You’ve moved on,
your heart now rests somewhere else…
And I?
I’m still stuck on the page where you left.

How do I claim something
that was never mine to begin with?
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"I smiled… isn’t that enough?"
you asked.
And I, lost in the softness of your voice,
replied,
"I’ll wait..."

"But for how long?" you whispered.
And my soul answered—
Without you,
what would I ever do with these six seasons?

Spring doesn’t bloom like it used to,
Rain doesn’t sing,
Even the winter feels colder now…
Maybe... just maybe,
we’ll be the seventh season—
you and I—
in the next lifetime,
where timing isn’t cruel.
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But love…
real love…
doesn’t lock doors or clip wings.

She doesn’t need me.
She’s free—
free from attachments, from what-ifs, from us.
And I?
I loved her too deeply
to chain her with that love.

So now…
Whenever my heart trembles with hope,
I remind it of her freedom.
That’s when I turn away from her street,
stealing one last look,
from the corner of my eye…
and simply…
let her go.
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Still—
I am afraid.

Afraid of letting go of her hand,
of not walking beside her anymore.
Afraid that someone else might see
what I saw…
might hear her laugh
in the way I once did.

I’m afraid…
not of losing her—
but of never finding her again.
Not in this life.
Not even in the next.

Because when you love someone truly…
you never really stop.
You just learn to love them…
from a distance.
Quietly.
Endlessly.

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Dying in Memories

I reach for you in crowded rooms, yet find only air,
Your absence lingers like a ghost that refuses to spare.
Once, your laughter filled the silence between my words,
Now, even echoes refuse to be heard.

I whisper your name in the dark, but only shadows reply,
The stars used to dance for us, now they just sigh.
My heart still waits where you left it behind,
Stuck between memories and the passing of time.

Your touch—once fire, now colder than stone,
Your voice—once home, now a dial tone.
I wonder if you ever feel the ache in your chest,
Or if I’m the only one lost in what’s left.

They say time heals, but the clock seems still,
The past plays on repeat against my will.
I wish I could unlove, forget, erase,
But love doesn’t die—it just changes its face.

I see you in strangers, in songs, in the rain,
But none of them hold me the way you did in pain.
You left, but I never learned how to leave,
So here I remain—with love, and grief.

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The Art of Not Understanding Everything

Like moonlight on water, truth shimmers and bends,
Each question I grasp at immediately ends
In riddles more complex than those that came first—
Some thirsts remain burning, though water is cursed.

"If I drank, I'd die—if I didn't, I'd still die..."
These dilemmas remain as the years shuffle by.
I reach for you in crowded rooms, find only air,
The stars used to dance, now they simply stand there.

Some bonds are made where none expect,
No maps or lines are drawn.
Yet in the dark, some stars will shine,
And guide us ever on.

Time whispers, "If only there was more patience to spare."
Patience replies, "If only time hadn't left us so bare."
I've broken my pen, left my poems undone,
Turned away from clear paths, from the setting sun.

Yet even with knowledge incomplete,
With mysteries that linger and repeat,
I find strange comfort in these gaps between—
The art of not understanding everything I've seen.

For in the silence of what remains unknown,
Seeds of wonder have mysteriously grown.
Not every question needs an answer bright,
Some truths are better glimpsed in half-light.

So I'll embrace the puzzles life presents,
Find beauty in the unsolved arguments,
And walk this path of partial sight,
Holding close both darkness and the light.

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She, the Unwritten Poem

I got attached to you so easily,
like the sky clings to the fading light,
like the ocean whispers to the shore,
drawn to you without a fight.

Attracted in ways I can’t explain,
you are the first breath of my day,
the last thought before I close my eyes,
the dream that never fades away.

I care for you more than you realize,
appreciate you more than you will know.
For some love is loud, but mine—
mine is a quiet glow.


She asked, “Are we in a relationship?”
He smiled, “What do you think? And why does it matter?”

She sighed, “Because I like your company.”
He looked away, “Maybe you like my soul,
but not the togetherness we share.”

She stayed silent, searching his words.
"Sometimes, we mistake deep connections for love," he said.
"Maybe what we have isn’t meant to be named, just felt."

She didn't argue, for some emotions
are too fragile to define.
Not every bond needs a label.
Some souls just recognize each other in silence.

I looked at her one last time…
as I decided to end this story.

"People say right person at the wrong time,
wrong person at the right time.
But she was my best person at the best time,
and I wasn’t hers."

And that made all the difference.

Perhaps love isn’t about timing,
nor about fate aligning perfectly.
Maybe it’s about meeting someone
who leaves an imprint on your soul—
whether you walk together or apart.

She was the right one,
but love isn't always about keeping.
Sometimes, it's about letting go
before the weight of unspoken words
becomes heavier than the love itself.

How lucky are those who stand beside you,
who see you laugh, who hold your hand.
Who get to love you in ways I never could,
who have what I only understand.

"I wish I were one of your tears,"
to be born in your eyes,
to run down your cheek,
and die upon your lips—
to know your warmth before I fade.

You are beautiful beyond words,
a story no poet can write,
a melody no song can capture,
a moment too perfect for time.

If only I could be the air you breathe,
the thought that lingers in your mind,
if only I could exist where you exist,
just long enough to call you mine.

But love, real love, isn’t about owning—
it’s about witnessing, about feeling.
It’s about knowing that even if you aren’t mine,
the universe was kind enough to let me love you.

Some stories remain unfinished,
some hearts remain unsaid,
but some souls—oh, some souls—
they recognize each other,
beyond words, beyond names.

And maybe,
that is where forever truly exists

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The Unsent Confessions

I crafted words at midnight, perfect in their form,
Emotions spilled like rainfall before the coming storm.
My fingers hovered trembling above the final key,
These truths too raw, too honest for you to ever see.

I saved them in the shadows where courage goes to hide,
Each sentence held my heartbeat, each comma held my pride.
The things I longed to tell you wait frozen in that space,
Between what I could bear to lose and what I couldn't face.

Some nights I read them over, these ghosts of what I'd say
If fear hadn't seized my voice and turned my thoughts away.
The weight of unsent messages grows heavier with time,
Like whispers trapped in bottles, like unfinished rhyme.

I wrote to you in anger when you left without goodbye,
Words sharp enough to wound you, to make you wonder why.
I wrote to you in sorrow when I saw you with someone new,
Confessions of a broken heart that I never showed to you.

I wrote to you in moments when memories flooded back,
When songs we shared came playing and my mind went off-track.
I wrote to you at dawn when sleep refused to come,
When thoughts of what we could have been left me numb.

These drafts became a graveyard of things I couldn't speak,
A collection of lost chances, of moments made too weak.
My phone became a temple of worship to the past,
A shrine to all the conversations that were never meant to last.

Sometimes I wonder if you do the same—
Type out your heart, then delete my name.
Do you also have a folder filled with things unsaid?
Do my ghosts also haunt the corners of your head?

Perhaps silence was the kindest gift that I could give,
Some words once spoken change the way we live.
Or maybe it was cowardice dressed up as being wise,
A fear of your rejection hidden behind my pride.

These drafts have grown like gardens in the darkness of my soul,
Parts of me you'll never see, parts I'll never show.
They've become a shadow diary of a love that might have been,
If only I had courage to press "send" instead of "save" again.

Someday when memories fade and heartache loses sting,
Perhaps I'll find the strength to delete everything.
Or maybe I will keep them as reminders of the art
Of loving someone deeply while keeping them apart.

For now, they rest, these messages you'll never know exist,
Like letters in a bottle the ocean never kissed.
The purest form of honesty I've ever come to know—
Words meant only for you that I never let go.

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A Hundred Reasons, But Only One You

You were a stranger, just a name,
Yet now my heart is not the same.
Through fights and laughs, through highs and lows,
You are the one my heartbeat knows.

I never asked for much in life,
But found in you both joy and strife.
For every tear, there’s twice the grace,
For every loss, your warm embrace.

A hundred reasons why I care,
Yet one alone I cannot bear—
The thought of life without your light,
A sky without its stars at night.

You make me laugh, you make me whole,
You calm the storm within my soul.
Each little glance, each word you say,
Turns every dark cloud bright with day.

I run to you in joy or pain,
Like sunshine follows after rain.
Your voice, my refuge, soft and true,
The only place I’m seen right through.

But deep inside, a whisper stays,
A fear that never fades away—
What if one day, you walk, you leave?
What if it’s only me who grieves?

I try to act like I’m okay,
Ignore the hurt, push it away.
But silence only makes it clear—
I need you more than I can bear.

Possessive? Maybe. Call it so.
I just can't stand to let you go.
Not just for now, not for a while,
But every breath, each tear, each smile.

If I am selfish, let it be,
For all I want is you with me.
Not fate, not time, not love’s cruel test—
Just you, forever, nothing less.

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If It Never Begins, It’s Poetry

I tried to unlove you, I swear I tried,
But your eyes pull me, like waves to the shore,
How can I forget what never died?

I search for you where the lost hopes hide,
A glance from you—my heart beats once more,
I tried to unlove you, I swear I tried.

Among the crowd, where echoes collide,
Yet only your silence cuts to the core,
How can I forget what never died?

My heart still follows, though fate has denied,
Like a story unwritten, an unopened door,
I tried to unlove you, I swear I tried.

If love was a fire, it would have subsided,
Yet here I stand, still longing for more,
How can I forget what never died?

"If it stays, it’s love,"—I whisper, teary-eyed,
"If it ends, it’s a tale... if it never begins, folklore."
I tried to unlove you, I swear I tried,
How can I forget what never died?

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Infinity in You

You are the whisper in my chaos, so soft yet so strong,
A melody in my silence, my heart’s favorite song.
With every glance, my heartbeat dares to race,
For in your eyes, I find my safest place.

Your voice—like honey, sweet and divine,
A sound so pure, it feels like mine.
Every word you say, I hold so tight,
Like stars that shimmer in the quiet night.

You’re the moon that I adore, glowing bright and true,
But I swear, dear love, the moon is obsessed with you.
It bends its light, it shifts its hue,
Trying so hard to shine like you.

Your smile? A spell that sets me free,
A warmth that melts the cold in me.
Your presence? A home where my soul belongs,
A place of love, where my heart stays strong.

They say love happens just once, I know that’s untrue,
Because every time I see you, I fall again for you.
A hundred times, a thousand more,
Each love deeper than before.

You are my answer when I lose my way,
My sun, my stars, my night, my day.
And if love was measured, let them see,
That mine for you is infinity.

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Yours in Every Lifetime

I love you—not in words, but in the way I stay,
Even when the road bends, even when you walk away.
You are not a choice; you are the only way I see,
A place I call home, where my heart longs to be.

I asked for a moment, a day, maybe more,
You said no—maybe reasons I’ll never explore.
But it’s okay, I whisper, it’s fine,
Maybe in another life, you will be mine.

Next time, let me be you, and you be me,
I’ll teach you love, I’ll set your heart free.
Then the life after that, we’ll switch once again,
And you will show me all that remains.

The months are slipping, time is unkind,
I wonder if fate will let our paths rewind.
I wish to spend days outside these walls,
Before distance decides and silence calls.

I don’t ask for much—just a little space,
A moment of laughter, a memory to chase.
A glance, a word, an awkward talk,
A little more time before we walk.

Don’t call it longing, don’t name it desire,
It’s not just a feeling—it’s something higher.
It’s pure, it’s real, it doesn’t demand,
Yet here I stand, with an open hand.

And even if you never reach for mine,
I’ll still love you, beyond space and time.

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Purple Dreams In Other Realms

She sat alone, but not quite still,
Her eyes caught something far beyond,
Like she was waiting for a soul
To share the quiet of the dawn.

Her wings, though delicate, were tired,
As if they’d carried dreams too long.
I wondered if she still believed
In things that once had felt so strong.

She glanced at me with soft surprise,
Like she had known I’d always come.
Her lips barely moved, yet I heard
The stories of the world undone.

“Are you lost, or simply waiting?”
I asked, unsure if she would speak.
Her smile was warm, but tinged with sorrow,
Like she had walked this road for weeks.

“The world is full of restless dreams,”
She said, her voice a fading song,
“Some of us just stay behind,
To help the ones who don’t belong.”

I stood beside her, waiting too,
For something I could never name.
And in her eyes, I saw the truth—
That dreams are never just the same.