Poetry

A Perpetual Silent Witness

Love and hatred,
Happiness and sadness,
Laughter and tears,
Honesty and lies,
Peace and anger,
Truth and falsehood,
Trust and betrayal,
The righteous and the wrongdoer,
Kindness and cruelty,
Admiration and jealousy,
Humility and pride,
Altruism and vanity,
Luxury and poverty,
Hope and doubt,
Joy and sorrow…

And an endless tide of feelings within us;
Second by second,
Minute by minute,
Hour by hour,
Day by day,
Week by week,
Month by month,
Year by year…
All counted by time,
The perpetual silent witness.

While time watches us,
We often forget our purpose in this mirage world.
Digging endlessly for fleeting desires,
While turning away from the eternal life beyond.

As each moment flies,
We cannot undo our regrets.

And in the end,
Only memory and oblivion remain…

And time remains,
A perpetual silent witness.

By Aylin,
Sept 11th, 2026
Time never speaks. It simply watches us live, love, lose, remember, and forget.

Love can be real even when the future is uncertain. 🤍

HURT BY THE TRUTH OR HURT BY A LIE?
Which one would you choose?

Because either way, it’s going to hurt.
The truth may break your heart in one moment, but a lie can keep hurting you for much longer.

Sometimes, the truth hurts—but at least it gives you a chance to heal. 🖤

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A poem written by Dad

Not every promise is sincere, and not everyone who speaks of loyalty and mercy is truly sincere—do not be deceived by their words! They speak of virtue and righteousness while remaining mired in sin.

A broken heart doesn’t always cry. Sometimes it simply becomes quieter.

Feeling hurt

Yes, I agree with everything you say,,

Yes, I am very strange, I don't know how to play with words and nor do I shy away from the fact that speaking straight and bitter is in my nature..

Yes, I agree, I am beyond comprehension and why shouldn't I be, the depth of my words is like the abyss of a valley which has no limits..

Yes, I agree, in the prime of youth I am a boy possessed by an old soul, I am a statue made after being shattered, which does not fear being shattered again but fears the demolition of its existence..

Yes, I agree, in my eyes life is no less than a hardship equivalent to a blessing, because someone's last words still don't let me return towards life...

Written by
TAABI

We Will Untangle It Together...

Bring me every what if
that keeps your beautiful mind awake,
every fear you have folded into silence,
every question trembling behind your eyes.

You do not have to make yourself simple for me.
I did not fall in love with an easy version of you.
I love the whole constellation
the light, the shadows,
and every wandering star between.

When your thoughts become a thousand tangled threads,
come sit beside me and give me your hand.

We do not have to know where every thread begins,
or hurry toward some perfect answer.
I will stay while we loosen each knot slowly,
with patience softer than breath against your skin,
until the noise inside you remembers
what it feels like to be held by peace.

And when you whisper, “But what if
I will move a little closer and say,

“Then whatever comes, we meet it together.”

Not because love can promise an untouched life,
but because mine wants to be the quiet place
where you never have to carry life alone.

Where even your most frightened thoughts
may lay their heads down
and finally rest.

There will be nights when words are unnecessary,
when I will only want your forehead beneath my lips,
your fingers woven slowly through mine,
your breath warming the small distance between us.

I will kiss you with all the tenderness I possess,
as though every kiss could tell your heart:

You are safe here.
You are wanted here.
And God, how deeply you are loved.

So bring me your chaos, my love.
I will never ask you to arrive already untangled.

Come exactly as you are
with your storms and softness,
and I will come with all that I am too.

Perhaps that is what the deepest love finally becomes
not two people rescuing one another,
but two hearts sitting beneath the same small light,
turning every tangled what if
into us.

https://youtu.be/qdMRYK2xOp0?si=x6ZvreXz9MIJqavz

👀 It's playing in my head on loop, 😭

WHO AM I WHEN I AM NOT ME?

Sometimes
I lose touch
with humans
with voices,
with faces,
with the strange language
of being understood.

Sometimes things become
frightening
without making a sound.

And that moment I felt
I have lost myself
somewhere in the woods,
down an unknown lane,
where the fog has forgotten
how to lift,
where the cold wind
finds the skin
and stays there
until breathing feels
like drowning.

I am there,
but I am not me.

As if I left myself behind
at some turn in the road
and kept walking
without noticing.

Then life becomes
those enormous waves,
dark,
restless things,
rising higher than I can look, threatening to swallow
everything that still has my name.

And sometimes
I have the strangest wish,
that all these miseries
would grow wildflowers
over my deathbed,
Not roses,
Not anything carefully planted,
just wildflowers,
uninvited,
untamed,
beautiful in the way
broken things sometimes become when no one asks them to be.

Have you ever seen the sky
when darkness has covered everything?
No stars,
No edges,
Nothing to hold on to,
just a great blank silence,
stretching above you,
while you stand beneath it
feeling equally blank,
numb...

Perhaps that is why
dreams seem less frightening,
at least in dreams,
I know I am somewhere,
even when I am lost...

               ~A