Autumn’s come by…
that orange-hued sky,
and those golden, fallen leaves
In this very season,
it was our first meeting
the place where the breeze played with my hair,
where my dress fluttered in the wind,
and where I stood waiting.
beneath that gnarled tree.
crimson lay beneath my feet
that season was beautiful;
it didn’t last,
but it made me realise
what autumnal love is.
clutching that golden heart of mine,
I stood rooted to the spot.
when I felt that my feet
had found their true companion
the sound of matching footsteps drew close to me.

I long to keep our fingers interlaced
until autumn rains its leaves down upon us.
Your fragrance permeates this autumn.
wafting around me
I could not lift my gaze,
lest I fall again.
just like before
but the weather was teaching me
that this was the time to fall.
Season of fall
and now every time
I look back every year
I watch myself
I fall in love
I fall in the moment

I fall for your eyes
I fall for your smile
I fall in
I fall

I fall for you
I might never have said it out loud,
but look I really did fall.

idk why I said 'away till 12 Oct' , I thought I’d be all studious by now, but here I am again, overthinking as usual

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Let me be the wave through your ocean.
I am not the wave yet,
but the seashell that once fell
near the shore.

Give me a chance to be near you,
like a shimmering tide
far away from the sand.

I am the oyster
that watched those waves surging,
holding a pearl within.
But amidst your waters,
this pearl of mine
might dissolve into your ocean,
blossom within it,
or vanish somewhere in the depths.

At the very least,
I will be happy
that I gave you something precious.
I knew your ocean was deep,
yet I wanted to see my wavering reflection
upon those droplets of water.
If not that,
I want to become a wave.
The wave that changes its course with you,
Keeping you safe,
Anchored by your side every moment.
A wave inseparable from your ocean.
knowing you deeper than the oyster ever could.

I am finally a part of you.
I am the pull of the water,
the rhythm matching your breath,
crashing against the edges of the world,
only to return to you.

In this endless blue,
Every secret will dissolve in this water.
no distances left to cross.
Every drop of me is answering to you,
That silence of the ocean is unbearable to witness;
That is why I wish to become…
a wild wave of the sea
The one that calls out to you
From within those depths.
still eager to hear your answer.
even if I reside within you.

Away till 12 October 🍂

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I don’t know if I feel too much for others or if their feelings are bleeding into me, but one thing I know for sure is that I will never be able to see someone suffer. I don’t really show how I feel, but internally, I feel the deepest oceans. Echoing in the deepest shells.
I have never prioritized myself, regardless of the situation I am in.
I had never prayed for myself; no matter how sick I was, I felt that perhaps I deserved it all.
That pain was my very identity—and I remain wrapped in it still. I have never been like those 'normal' people.
Because I didn’t have a backbone like theirs.
My backbone has screws and wires to be stable
I was suffering from two illnesses, and the fact that I had both simultaneously was rare for the doctors. But to be honest, despite the immense pain, I remained silent—even though a flood of tears was surging within me.
When I went to get treated, I saw a boy there—he must have been around 9 or 10 years old—who had typhoid and was undergoing medical tests.

and I had to undergo some that were far more difficult than his, because they involved passing an electric current through my nerves.To check if the nerves are blocked or working well
If I hadn’t undergone the surgery, perhaps I wouldn’t be able to tell or write about all this today—nor would I be able to see the beauty of this world.
And then, even knowing that my own suffering was greater than his, I don’t know why I became a part of his pain. I began to feel his suffering more acutely. I began to cry, not for myself, but for him. I had completely forgotten that I, too, was in pain.
At that moment, I wanted to give him my own health; he needed it—and the life that comes with it—more than I did, so that he could see his parents happy.
I still want him to be happy and well, wherever he is.

Maybe he was too young to witness the pain.

The very words others spoke to me

ones I never accepted.
I never wanted people to pity me, but I have seen so many people doing exactly that.
I have never felt so deeply for anyone.
Perhaps it was because I was in pain at the time; I cried for two hours, even though I didn’t feel any emotions for myself.
It is as if I never possessed any feelings at all.
I was not weak, but I understood the pain, because I was deeply invested in it.
I never wanted anyone else to suffer, but such are the trials of this world.
Who can truly escape them?
No matter how skilled you may be, that trial will always surpass your expectations.
But only your faith and patience can carry you through
These were just the feelings I shared; in reality, there is a much bigger story ahead

one that I will likely reveal little by little.

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I never agonized over anything quite like that Perhaps that is why I left it all behind; those memories I can no longer even recall.

I am forgetting everything...

...Even things I don’t intend to.

Maybe aren’t worth remembering, but that pain lies very close to my heart.
They don’t know what they have left behind in me. They don’t know whether or not I still have the capacity to feel that way.
They don’t know that, perhaps, I still want to bring back those very moments.
I meant nothing to them; That is why it was easy to forget me, Easy to leave me alone, Easy to cause me pain. Everything that was difficult for me was easy for them.
Why try to find out about me when everything has come to a complete halt?
You should have either let go completely or made it work.
But I am tired now. I don’t want to see you. Either I hate you, or I miss you.
Either it happens, or I find myself missing you; But what you did—neither you nor anyone else could accept it.
It is okay to simply let go of certain things, because they are neither meant for you nor can you hold onto them.
But then, why are these memories and meetings left behind, which my heart did not think fit to forget? Maybe that heart was ignorant of the principles of this world
I showed you a different side of myself—one that was always laughing, always happy, and talkative; a side that had never known the shadow of sorrow.
But you pushed me there
Ask anyone now: am I the same person I used to be? Do I still find happiness the way I once did? Do I still speak with that same flow of words?

Do I still smile the way I used to?
And they are as unknown to the answer as you are.
Grief has turned me into a withered flower—one that used to bloom radiantly.
If my heart was ignorant before, it is learning the quiet art of survival now.
Time gone by cannot return;
I am no longer that person.
Unable to draw the breath
I once breathed in years gone by.
Be the soil upon my grave,
But do not enter in;
Scatter away like dust.

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In the twilight
when the sun came across the moon
Maybe it was fortune

The paths were distinct
lined with antique
wooden, glass-paned
flickering lanterns

gleaming slightly
The partial glimpse of you
I tried to tether it to my memory,
weaving a thread
never meant to break,
just to hold close,
until my final breath.

I’m writing this on ancient paper
yellowed by time
steeped in wild flowers
I gave the pages to birds
trusting their wings to carry me to you

when the breeze brings blossoms to your window
look up
my letters are flying to you

the distance lies between us
yet the sun still gives its glow
to the moon
just like my love flows with the letters

when you receive the love
just remember to call my name
so the universe will encompass your voice
it will echo
it will touch me
it will find me

i love when
your lips take my name
Even if once

A whisper that wakes up the air,
A spell that is catching me there.
No other voice sounds quite the same,
When your soft lips are taking my name.

I have given you
the heart,
the heart I carried
through oceans,
over waves
that never forgot
their direction.

It is a quiet tide,
heavy with salt
and the weight of old depths,
reaching for the shore
it always knew.

While the flowers swayed in rhythm
Streetlights flickered to life,
The damp earth released its scent,
while leaves captured winter’s glory
Fading from the greens of summer

I found everything flamboyant
With you
Dancing winds chased walking clouds
Clocks sounded melodic in a quiet way

The old feather pen,
Pens out the love
Not blue, not black
Just you and me
Bringing the memories back.

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Why is it you wish to die…
Doesn't life make you live?
Is there really any value to this
thing we call living,
Living for something
That isn't living for you

Even though
Life means to live for something
But we live just to endure the world
And when the world comes to an end
The sun darkens
The stars fall
The sky splits
The seas erupt
The mountains will be blown away as dust
The earth will be shaken and discharges its burden
After which,
there will be no ground left to set foot upon.

Everyone will be gripped by fear,
Concerned only for their own survival
They will recognize no one,
Preoccupied solely with their own grave.

Then why deny that Lord
Who created us all,
Who gave us life and death,
Who defined the purpose of life…?
Yet, we still chase after our own desires.

And still, we could achieve nothing
Why not ask duas
That were meant to transform life,
That were meant to change the path ahead?
Was our faith so fragile?
That, while living in this world,
we forgot our Lord?

Or was it simply that
people like us
were never invited to true faith
Perhaps it was simply our conviction
that was weak.

Is there still any doubt,
when that Lord has laid out all His blessings before us?
We were the ones
who failed to live up to our promises.

We bore witness,
And now we could not
bow our heads before Him
Did we truly deserve these blessings?

Yet we must live the life granted to us
In pursuit of good deeds,
Dedicating every breath to our Lord.
For we are merely His humble servants,
Mere effigies fashioned from dust,
Possessing no true worth.

Show humility,
Show pain,
Show that which was sought in the dead of night.
Show your sins
Show your wishes
Show the burden you bear

He who knows the condition of all hearts Who does not torment a soul

“And indeed Allah do not leave us even for the blink of an eye”

"O Allah, keep me alive as long as living is better for me, and cause me to die if death is better for me.”
Sahih al-Bukhari (5671) and Sahih Muslim.
And let good come our way

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I’m trapped in the chains
And I don't have unlocks
Neither are they weak
To break

The dull closure
Just makes me wonder
Is it dull?or I can’t see?
Wanted to be free

But it just becomes a ‘want’
Didn't think of drowning in the earth
But now without
Someone to even give a hand

It corrodes all the ways
Except chains
Falling apart from the world
From which I don't truly belong

The chains aren't long
Enough to still get
These with me

Feeling myself unfeel
to feel
Anything
Letting myself unfeel
It doesn't matter
To feel the way
We need to

I get everything I wanted
And it's me losing everything I get
I want not to lose
But losing is what I all get

I hold firmly
But it slips
Like it wasn't mine
The way it was
Before

The way it was…

Even if someone
Now lit a candle
Might become the blissful one

…
Even if they
Didn't break the chains
Where I am chained

Even if they
Just lit a candle
It would be bliss
It would be…

I don't want to
Leave the despair
It somehow
Feels me
Like I feel it
It needs me
like I…

I am dazed in the night’s light by thoughts of being alive again

And I left inexplicable
Desperately

♪~And I don’t feel the same

I’m so numb~♫⁠

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Well, this day isn’t special because I treated this day like an ordinary day. But technically, this is my first birthday.
I know I wrote "16th birthday" in the title, so "first birthday" doesn’t mean I’m 1 year old or that I was born last year.
Actually, I was closer to death last year and somehow got another chance at life.
It’s easy to hear these words,
but only the one who goes through it knows.
getting a new life means you have to learn
to walk
to breathe
to switch on your brain
to feel
to activate your whole body
and your senses
I’ll write specific article about it
Because I lost what once was mine, I feel like I’m no longer human anymore
even though this is my biggest insecurity but I think you guys will find it motivational
that how I come to terms with my illness and try to live with it
not soon but I will write
because after that I started writing down every moment I live
whether its full of pain or love
Now let’s come to the point.
I think birthdays are the loneliest day ever.
Because on ordinary days, you don’t really want everyone to love you.
But on this day specifically, you want to feel special.
Not because it’s your birthday.
But because of how much longer you’re going to live after that.
this is what i think about it
maybe you think different
you can share
So, I am a Leo summer and spring are my type of seasons like everything arounds you takes on bright colours
And this is why I feel like my birthday is celebrated by flowers and butterflies.
We all come together.
Golden leaves show their varied beauty, and water waves shine like crystals.
I don’t feel anything more after nature celebrates my birthday.
plus,squirrels come to me asking which flavour of cake I like
of course, I always say chocolate 🙃
Idk why my freaking words always end on nature😭 but sorry a lot guys if I sound childish
I’m just too obsessed.ʕ⁠っ⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠ʔ⁠っ
After my illness I was yearning to see everything again
I missed my old buddies(squirrels),the greenery and the sky
Because for so long I was closed in a room, with only misery for company
Now on my first birthday, nature is celebrating me yayyy!!💗(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

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It was my fault
for letting fate fade
maybe the gate was closed
or maybe
I was not allowed

and this is where
I want to go

to talk to heavens about you
to feel your presence beyond this world
to give you the love
I have been carrying

It doesn't feel that far
maybe my feelings have gone
like a thorn
Even it has flowers somewhere

I didn’t want you
to get wet in the rain
the way that I did
I never wanted to
but maybe the world forgot
to bring umbrella

even though
that rain didn't seem to hurt
but maybe
I was blurred

That darkness had engulfed me
You seemed so distant.
It was my own fault,
Yet you were close.

you were there
for me
to see everything again

Somehow the winds gone
the rain vanished
dark clouds became the light

I could see the colours again
feel the warm sunrays
again

see the flowers without thorns
smell the scent of yours

You give your love
but mine stays
With you

Caring is my summer love
And I learned to love you
By weathering with you

Soon going to post something special 🌷 rather than poetries or poems or whatever you can call my writings🤧

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I’ll let you know, before I die
Cause I can’t take it for too long
My mind has been messed up
but my heart really wants to say it

Is it love over loss?
Or am I just losing everything?
I think maybe
you were scared of letting me mean too much to you

maybe you really did
think I mattered?
remember that day you were worried
you said you wanted me to live

first time ever
felt like I mattered
I was waiting
for you to need me

Like blossoms Waited for spring
Every choice we ever made
Led us together
because our souls touch each other

Maybe we should say
whatever feels right to us
or whatever is in our hearts

we have things we’d wish to tell,
The things we haven’t told yet
anybody can die
when you’re not expecting it.

like blossoms bloom in spring
I bloom into you
as leaves change colour
I dive into you
the way autumns fall
I fall for you
when snowflakes shine
I shone for you

Maybe this is the season of love
come shine within me✨

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