Poetry

It’s strange how quickly someone can transition from asking about your entire life to acting like you never existed in theirs. People love the initial warmth, the depth of late-night conversations, and the comfort you provide when they feel hollow. But the moment their season passes or staying requires genuine effort, they simply pack up and leave. I’ve realized not everyone who enters your life is looking for connection—some are just looking for shelter until their own storm clears🧿

The Things We Never Say Out Loud
There are things about us that we never say out loud.
The real reason we smiled that day. The thing that hurt us, but we laughed about it anyway. The prayer we keep making. The person we forgave without telling anyone. The fear we carried while saying, “I am fine.”
People know our names. Some know our stories. But nobody knows everything.
There are thoughts we keep to ourselves. Feelings we cannot explain properly. Duaa we make when nobody is around. Things we are still trying to understand about ourselves.
And I think there is something comforting about knowing Allah already knows.
We do not have to find the perfect words. We do not have to explain why we went quiet. We do not have to prove that something hurt.
He knows.
He knows what we meant when we could not explain ourselves. He knows what was behind the smile. He knows the prayers we have repeated for years.
We can be surrounded by people and still have parts of ourselves that nobody knows.
But with Allah, nothing about us is hidden.
And there is peace in that.
To be completely known, without having to explain yourself.

I have loved colours all my life, but of them all, I shall always linger longest on the magic of blue; the colour of endless skies and deep, quiet oceans.🦋💧💙🌊

Majority of the guys here are married,so why is your profile saying "never married, Does not have kids" uhmmm it well.

Hi

Note: this is about a friend of mine and her colleague

Found you pouring your heart out to a stranger,
Years later the stranger poured her heart out to you.

You saw her soaring high in career, led her to the sky.... Being a knight in shining armor.. But you poisoned her mind into turning against you and her beliefs.

Now how does it feel standing so far and watching her fall from the sky you led her. Now she isn't the star you saw her as. ..Unable to see the sky ever again.

How does it feel to have hatred and secrets mixed in a fickle mind. Yet thinking that you are a saint.

This heart is an ocean of feelings,
It's hard to find the one,
With the same capacity of madness.

There is always a ray of hope where Allah will grow the strongest seed. Unfortunately, this seed may only be watered by tears.

The breeze was somewhat cold, and there was also the thought of you
My heart felt happiness, yet along with it a quiet sadness lingered too.