Poetry

Some only stood at the doorstep,
yet speak as though they know the house

Stranger still,
how long after the door was closed,
they continue telling stories
about the rooms they never entered

“I have scars, but I’m not ashamed of them. They remind me that I survived things I once thought would destroy me.”

The Beauty of Death (Section XIV) by Kahlil Gibran ❤️

Encrypting the stars

There's one girl on here that I like, and she keeps coming and going.
Activates and then deactivates.

Sending a little bit of anxiety through me,
it exacerbates.
She may permanently leave this time.

I cannot pluck the courage to send her a message
Because the paint that's been brushed shows we do not match.

She is far taller than me, Her father would probably
Relapse..
To silently hate that I am of Bengal descent.
And to then be out priced.

She seems to enjoy a good work out..
and well..
I'm typing this laying on the coach..
potato.

I suspect shes younger than me,
She operates on the same old patch frequency,
The one I was on before my 4.0 update.
Am I just too late?

Perhaps it's reminisce..
Used to be aligned in so many ways.
The love to train, creative thoughts to tinker, Affectionate displays.

That Gritty Romantic synergy arc.
Perhaps I see her as me,
the last chapter of the lost fleeting spark.

She not the girl on the yacht.
Facing away the camera seeing the backdrop,
The usual type of carpie diem shot.
One liners, or full post about the adventure ambitious slop.

But the Rainy days, the night city, neon lights and the comfort against the struggle.
The type to work with the love that she's got.

She's someone who speaks in poetry of the real..
So refreshing to see.
And she's absolutely beautiful to boot.

To flip the bird on my friends and family..
What a petty dream come true..

But wishful dreams is just dreams.
A man of poverty has no time for love.

They say a righteous wife, can make a poor man feel like a king..
But how on earth did they even marry in the first place?

One of the worlds great mysteries.

Drifting Wolf.

Such is the nature of my faithlessness to you
I seek you in my prayers at the mosque, only to return home and sin again

Hey

True love never can be rent
But only true love can keep beauty innocent

Let the candle burn.
You don’t have to stand beside it
all night to keep it alive.
If the flame is meant to stay,
let it learn to survive the wind. 🤍

Attachment puts the bird in the cage, but love opens the cage.
Attachment wants to posses, love wants to contain and protect.
Attachment wants to gain happiness from the bird, but love wants the bird itself to be happy.