Poetry

Some souls don’t meet by chance; they meet because life has a story to tell.”

There is beauty
in the in between
not where you started,
not yet where you want to be,
but somewhere quietly becoming.

Maybe that is
what life is:
learning to be okay
with the unfinished.

... Poem for people who lost someone they loved...

" The road was long, the shadows deep

Where memories wake while others sleep

I met my grief along the way

With nothing left for us to say

I held it close, a silent guest,

And wept for the heart you once possessed.

Those eyes my stars, my morning light,

That I would kiss to end the night.

How did the spark begin to fade?

In what cold debt was our love paid?

For though you’ve walked a different line,

The ghost of "ours" is purely mine.

You are the rhythm, the pulse, the air,

A breath I take, a silent prayer.

If you are the shore and I the sea,

How can there be a "mine" without a "we"?

I gave away my golden eves,

To autumn winds and falling leaves.

I closed the door, I turned the key,

No other soul shall sit with me.

For even in the void you left behind,

It’s only you my heart can find.

So let the distance stretch and grow,

I have the seeds that you did sow.

I live on "almosts" and "used to be,"

Until your shadow returns to me. "

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Kafka quote 🩷

Let me write a book about you,
And describe you as the most beautiful rose.
Let me liken your eyes to sparkling pearls,
And your tresses to soft, flowing clouds.
Let me describe your brow as exquisite,
And your complexion as pure and white as milk.
Let me liken your lips to the softness of a flower,
And your tone to the cheerful, bubbling sound of a waterfall.
I am not afraid of this anger of yours;
Let me portray it as something even sweeter.
Hearing the sweetness of your voice,
Let me describe it as more melodious than the cuckoo's song.
When you are busy with the demands of work,
I shall write many a ghazal while waiting for you.
Seeing the depth reflected in your books,
I wish to write countless books for you.
Yet, even after writing all this, Shadab’s heart is not content;
It yearns to call you my beloved—my darling Dilruba.

Forever

Quiet moments
Speaking to my soul.
Precious and rare.
Releasing control.

Beautiful and sweet
Memories we create together.
Like a warm summer day.
Some souls stay forever.

Hold tight, the hurt is temporary, cake is forever... eat cake.

Has it gotten easier?
Has it gotten better?
Or am I just used to the feeling
It becoming a part of my being?

I thought I’d be done with you
Thought it would be easy
Somehow
You abandoned me
And I am left to suffer

Ironically
I welcome the pain
The wound of your absence
A daily reminder
To stay strong
To advocate for me
To put myself first
“They never really care”
“They will always leave”

A wound instilled deep in me
Before I even met you
The man who fathered me
Has always been… there
But not… here
Not with me
Just like you

Maybe that’s why I choose you
They’ll say I’m hoping for a better ending
Righting the wrong of my father
With another man
I beg to differ
Because I never believed you’d stay
I never believed you cared
And there you go
Proving me right all along

The painful truth
I remind myself each day
It’s only me looking out for me
It’s only me taking care of me
And I don’t mind for either way