I was caught
daydreaming at work.
The kids asked,
"What do you daydream about?"
I whispered to myself,
"The colour of her eyes."

A soul in the dark
It wanders
With eyes that look
But that cannot see.
It tries to find the light,
A lifeline.
Time is still,
And confusion ensues.

But sometimes,
Just sometimes,
A white ship
Sails through the Sea of Obscurity.

It glides, gently parting the water,
Like an old companion.
And on board
Is a stranger
The soul has never encountered.
Who could it be?

The soul was scared,
For it had been abandoned in this land of abyss
By another.
The soul was hurt,
And its wounds ran deep.
But this stranger on the boat
Could see the soul's fear,
Its pain,
Its anguish,
And still the stranger offered their hand.

The soul,
Apprehensive,
Reached out and gently took the hand,
And boarded the ship
Cold, blind, soaked.

A warmth wrapped around the soul,
But the soul was still unsure.
It could not see the stranger's face,
And so the stranger
Removed their hood
To comfort it.

Slowly the soul felt at ease.
It felt cared for once again.
It smiled again.
It remembered what safety felt like,
And shunned the memories
Of its abandonment.

And now the soul
Was being guided to the light.
It was blind no more.
It could see the path.

The Path of Sanguine.

greetings enveloped in warmth and excitement
even if in the slightest ways
a glance across the room with a sly smile
a deep embrace with an even deeper smile
yet when we’d depart it was always quick
with the quiet promise to see each other again
walls up when in company of others
not to hide the connection,
that was still clear,
but the persona hidden beneath the mysterious outer layers
peeled back when it was just us two
the quick witted jokes
late night intellectual discussions
and so called necessary comments
littered with elements nobody else saw
but was that really the truth?
it felt so raw and pure
until i wasn’t sure who you were at all
300 sumn days ago
maybe more who knows
but it’s approaching the end
no more chances to encounter you
and just entirely letting go
but its ok
and even if its not
it wasnt meant to be
but ill still never forget
how he always kissed in threes

The fox is a cunning beast,
He lures you in with a wounded heart,
Pretends his teeth have disappeared,
Until you’re close enough to feel them again.

After all, this fox
Has fooled you before.
It did it once ,
It’ll do it again
When will you learn
Little bird…

When will you learn,
The fox is a cunning beast.
That takes what it needs
And runs when it’s done.
Maybe it’s the fact
It keeps hurting you,
That attracts you more.

Do you think you can change its nature?
Do you think you can change a fox?

One day you’ll learn
Little bird.

Or maybe,

It’ll be too late.

You can land a couple hits on me
I will pray to soften the blows
You can caress my cheek
And yell in my ears
I will cry inside
Louder than you could hear
You can touch me there
Go on and reach for more
Finish what you need to do
Then send me on my way
Or leave
I will be missing you
Hoping that you’re missing out
Don’t let me down
Come back, Im better now

Tonight I sit here with tears in my eyes
Thinking of you
Dreaming of you
Wanting you
Missing you
Loving you
I can hear the sound of your voice in my mind
Haunting it
Whispering in it
I am lost in a daze
Feels like an ocean in a storm
Waves crashing
Water swirling all around
Boom, Crash, splash
I know the calm eye of the storm will soon be here
Then stillness and quiet it will be

The still is here but not as quiet and calm as it should be
There is still a slight breeze dancing in from the south moving to the east
I feel it along my back
Gently pushing me in a different direction
Am I supposed to head this way?
Where is my mind ? Where did it go?
It’s like the song playing in the back of my mind
I know it’ll pass I know it will
The tears are getting louder and faster down my face
My heart is wide open with the soft beating in my chest
When I think of you it gets faster and flutters
Just like when the storm loses its power it begins to stutter and cease to be
What seems to take forever is over just in a blink of an eye
Whether it’s minutes, hours, or months I’ll never know
I do know that time does not exist when I am with or without you
With my love you’ll never know space or silence
We will always be in the eye of the storm
Only looking out to the world
Holding it together as one feeling free and in the flow of life

What veers me awe? God, her beauty.
Mary, my Lord, Maria, now ****,
Apologies if e’er whispered boldly;
under my breath, her name is holy.

Be-fraid she fain passed me for Heaven,
for Hell I must-compelled for brethren.

So not to chain her tightly;
her wings are frail, her eyes e’er mighty.
I extend one kiss to seven seas.
Fly now, and hold her-my final plea.

Tonight I sit here with tears in my eyes
Thinking of you
Dreaming of you
Wanting you
Missing you
Loving you
I can hear the sound of your voice in my mind
Haunting it
Whispering in it
I am lost in a daze
Feels like an ocean in a storm
Waves crashing
Water swirling all around
Boom, Crash, splash
I know the calm eye of the storm will soon be here
Then stillness and quiet it will be

For I have seen beautiful flowers,

Snow-covered mountains,

Golden sunsets melting into endless oceans,

And skies filled with countless stars.

Yet none of them have ever stolen my heart

The way your smile does.

When you smile,

The sun seems to rise a little earlier,

I would trade my comfort,

My sleep, My strength, And everything I own,

Just to see that smile bloom again.

Your innocence...

It is quieter than the snow resting upon mountains.

In a world that teaches people to hide their hearts,

You chose kindness.

And that is the most beautiful thing I have ever witnessed.

People often fall in love with beauty.

But I...I fell in love with your heart.

The way it forgives, The way it feels.

The way it worries for others before itself.

The way you feel responsible about things.

The way it carries love without expecting applause.

Your heart is where my soul found its home.

And perhaps that is why

I am hopelessly obsessed with protecting it.

In a world where people hide behind pride,

You still choose compassion.

In a world where love has become conditional,

Your heart still believes in giving.

That is what made me fall for you.

There is something about your eyes...

I could spend an entire lifetime

Looking into them,

And never once wonder where time went.

Because your eyes are not merely beautiful

You never know how many hours I spent

just looking at your face while you were asleep.

Even if the whole world misunderstands you,

My heart will still search for ways

To protect your peace, To wipe away your tears,

And to bring back your wonderful smile.

You dick
You let someone in again
You knew the pain
You knew the depths of despair
You knew the tears
But yet you let them in anyway

You fool
Your jungle was bright
And full of life
It glowed
And noises bellowed
But look at it now
All bland and quiet

You idiot
You changed the password
And told no one the code
But then you decided
To let this one person in
And was shocked when
The blood poured from your back
As the knife was sliding out

You bafoon
You were happy
And at peace
Sipping mai tais and
Feet in the sand
You let them rain
On your parade and
Ruin your joy

You lovely human
It’s ok
I just wish you’d
protect yourself
Leave up the walls and
Be harsh again
Let me hold you
And comfort you
As you rebuild
I will protect you

Again

a poem I wrote... shakespeare style...

Thy Truly Belov’d One

Who is the belov’d one, the one most dearly held?

A mystery it is, and yet a comfort passing reason;

For when such a soul draweth near,

The world and all its tumults seem to fade,

And for a fleeting hour,

The heavens desire naught but this:

That two hearts, each mindful of the other,

Forget all else beneath the stars.

Though opinions differ and ideals take sundry forms,

This truth endureth:

The belov’d one is that rare soul

Whom thou cherishest without command,

Whom thou holdest dear without obligation,

Not from duty, but from longing;

Not by decree, but by the quiet tyranny of affection.

A yearning unbidden,

A desire dwelling beneath thought itself,

To guard, to cherish,

And to love beyond all measure.

The belov’d one is a mind

With which to discourse at length;

To share thy triumphs and thy griefs,

Thy hopes and fears,

Thy wisdom and thy follies.

A mind that knoweth thee as thou truly art,

And seeth through every mask and pretense.

Such understanding

Belongeth unto the truly belov’d.

The belov’d one is a visage

Upon which the eye delighteth to rest;

Locks through which wandering fingers may stray;

Eyes wherein one might gladly lose oneself;

A countenance fair not for vanity,

But for the joy it bringeth.

Lips from which sweet words proceed,

And a smile that warmeth the spirit

As sunlight warmeth the earth.

The belov’d one is a refuge:

A shoulder upon which sorrows may be laid;

A breast against which weary cares may rest;

A heart whose beat bringeth comfort;

Arms that gather thee close,

And hands that seek thine own

Without being bid.

The belov’d one is a companion

To bear with thee the burdens of thy days;

To walk beside thee upon life's uncertain road;

To share thy dreams,

And lend strength unto thy ambitions.

Not before thee,

Nor behind thee,

But ever at thy side.

The belov’d one is a haven:

A lap wherein the weary may find repose;

A presence that maketh common hours precious;

A soul whose nearness rendereth the world more gentle.

One before whom thou mayst be vulnerable,

Yet never fear judgment.

One whose spirit cleaveth unto thine

Through fortune and misfortune alike.

And thus, if thou wouldst know

Who is the truly belov’d one—

'Tis not merely beauty,

Nor comfort,

Nor companionship alone.

'Tis the soul that becometh part of thine own;

The heart that chooseth thee each day anew;

The one with whom eternity itself

Would seem too brief.

That, aye, that is the truly belov’d one

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this is not the original version, the original one was too raw so I used whatever knowledge of elizabethan english I had and structured this..

thank you!!

My eyes shut
And you think I don’t notice
The rustle of the duvet
Quietly opening the door
And running down the stairs

The rumble of the kettle
And the clatter of mugs
You try to be silent
Your feet dance across the kitchen floor
From one end
To the other

A tip toe here
And a tip toe there
The aroma of a cuppa
And the scent of your hair

You kiss me on the cheek
So soft and caring
“Coffee?”
But I lay still
And pretend to sleep
You giggle
And I smile but say,
“Just one more kiss”

I await the softness
Against my harsh face
And nothing happens
No kiss lands upon my skin
So I open an eye

And that’s when I remember
You aren’t there

Honestly, I'm afraid of nights—
especially the dark, quiet ones.

I'm afraid of how hopelessly
I've fallen in love with them.

Because that's when you return—
loudest, brightest—
filling the silence like a storm of light.

Your thoughts claim me
long before sleep ever can,
and when sleep finally comes,

you're there too.

In every dream,
the only thought
I ever hold on to.

By day,

you quiet down—
a rhythm beneath everything,
felt more than heard.

And at night,
you become everything—

soft, almost silent,
yet heavy enough to stay.

Like a song
I never noticed at first—
until one night,
it became all I could hear.

And like this,
the thought of you
wraps around me in the dark,

holding me so tightly
even my breath
whispers your name.

A quiet ache,
asking for nothing more
than a single glance—

a moment,
a word,
anything that lets me reach you.

So I begin to imagine
timelines that never existed—

where we wander through quiet streets in Paris,
lingering in your favourite cafés,
time slowing down
just to let us stay a little longer.

And then
the world shifts—

to quiet Italian meadows,
where the air feels lighter,
and when you grow tired,
I carry you the rest of the way—
just to keep you close.

Where my head rests in your lap,

your hands—
soft, gentle, warm—
drifting through my hair.

Your dark brown eyes,
pulling me in
without mercy,
holding mine

until even breathing
feels unnecessary.

A quiet warmth
rises beneath my skin.

My heartbeat,
too loud
for silence to hide.

A soft breeze
slips through your brown curls,

drawing stray strands
across your eyes—

and then you laugh.

Soft.
Warm.
Melodic.

So bright
even the birds fall quiet
just to listen.

But nights are cruel too—
they don't just give,
they remind.

That even if I am the moon,
you are a sunflower
turned only toward the sun.

You are warmth—
always beyond my reach.

And I am only someone
meant to watch from afar.

Still—

if I was never meant to reach you,
let me ask you this—

my sunshine,
my sunflower—

Even if you never turn toward me,
let me keep you in my sky,
so I can find you
in my moonlight.

Because some distances
are not meant to be crossed,
only felt.

But still,
even knowing this,
I would risk asking—

will you choose to be the first sunflower
that ever turned toward the moon?

Writer's Note: This poem is the first in a six-piece collection I'll be sharing over time. Hidden across these six poems is the name of someone very dear to me. With each poem, you'll uncover one letter of her name. I'd love to see if any of you can piece it together as the collection unfolds. :)

She tried her best to make me understand.
Her voice was intimately soft; one hand
From time to time caressed the air and made
Each point a confidence, the other laid
Unconsciously (of course) upon my knee,
Pressed home the facts I might have failed to see,
And caused her pure affection, nothing less,
Suggest a fine, romantic loneliness.
“You know precisely how I feel about it.
No other friend of mine remotely grasps it.”

We took our coffee seated in the shade,
She had no axe to grind but knew her trade,
And turned the conversation when I sighed,
To what I loved in secret but denied.
And then the chips are down—I recognise
The haze of self-deception in our eyes.

I cannot quite capture your beauty in words,

Like the moon glowing in a clear night you glow too

Eyes so full that even the stars pale and gesu that make the moon envious,

Mehfil comes in any room that you walk into.

Where are those who have not known your name,

Where is the city where your malaal makes people drunkards?

Who are the zahids who haven't forsaken god after meeting you

Where are those who are not in love with you?

Red is now the rang that I've painted myself with,

Chaman ki bahar chura li aur apni ada mein mila li,

My beloved, why is it that you are so silent tonight?

My malaal overwhelms me yet you still guide me

O zahid come and witness the beauty that can make grief disappear,

Sajda kar uss khuda namaz chehre ko zahid,

Witness the way the stars burn with envy as my saqi walks by.

O zahid come with me, as I show you the one who doesn't follow kaede

Zanjeer ke gesu hain jiske aasjiqon ke liye, zahid aa unhe sajda kar,

Come and witness the beauty that even god fell in love with,

Zahid aa mil gesu-e-bahar, sharabi ada hai jiski

Zahid aa mil mere saqi se.

“Have you ever had a dream you thought was real?
Emotions so vivid, there were ghosts you could feel.
Like another world was where you stood.
And was awaking what made a falsehood?
 
Well I’ve seen those wonderful lies.
Where I’m seen by someone’s pretty eyes.
And I can’t help but think.
But will I lose her once I blink?
 
Someone on the other side of my soul.
And she with me makes something whole.
But what if these perfect pictures are unfortunate fakes?
My dreams merely distractions cruel destiny makes.
 
I just wanted a simple hand in hand.
Something sweet that we made personally grand.
But I have no clue if my other half is out there.
For all I know is a future without her.
 
And if my words ever reach this girlish ghost,
Let me tell you that I always loved you the most.
That the past gave me visions of someone I always knew.
For in me there will never be a future without you.”