Someone

It was a heavy evening.
I saw someone sitting inside a car.
I knew that wasn’t the person I thought.
Still, I wanted to believe
That was the one I was waiting to meet.

I felt happy.
I believed it was
Maybe it was true,
Maybe it wasn’t.

But somehow,
Someone made my evening lighter

I kept walking.

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The White Shirt

I couldn’t choose one for him.
The table lay scattered—
shirts in a hundred colours,
So many patterns—
but none felt right.
I knew he might not like them.

My eyes kept searching,
while the salesman unfolded
one after another, fabric after fabric,
each one falling short
of the boy I knew.

Someone said,
"Just take a white."
I shook my head,"No, not white.
He never wears white."
Did you ever see him in one?
He lowered his gaze.
"No," he murmured.
Then why he suggest it?
I wondered.

At last, I found it, the one.
I knew he’d love it.
Blue and grey,
soft checks like twilight and mist.
I asked the man to pack it.
"Medium size?" he asked.
"Yes. Nineteen years old."

Days later, his mother asked,
"Where did you get that shirt?
It suits him so well."
It was just his kind. I liked the Color.
Everyone saw him in that shirt.
She whispered ,her voice woven with grief

I stepped out of the room,
holding my heart
as though it might fall
from the hollow inside me.

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Eternal Ground

People those who needed their space.
Closely stay here,
Without any complaints.

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Gravestone

I know I can't say sorry to you today,
It's weighing heavily on me.
I just want to apologize—
You know you were everything to me,
But I never said it when I could.
Now, I don’t know how to tell you.

You are still, not seeing me,
Not hearing me.
You’ve begun your everlasting sleep,
Yet I wish you could hear my voice,
My apology.

I could have spoken to you anytime,
But I chose silence for a year.
Now, the pain is crushing me,
Drowning me in terrible guilt.

You never wanted a gravestone,
But I felt compelled to build one—for our parents.
Silence began at their graves
And ended at yours.

I know you had your reasons,
And I had mine.
Still, I could have said sorry.
You were everything to me.
I was your younger sibling…

Now, how do I apologize?
An unheard apology,
A heart aching with regret.
I’m sorry—I never meant to hurt you.
Please accept my words.

They may never reach the letter
I placed inside your coffin,
But they will remain with you.
Perhaps they will allow me
To stay in this world a little longer—
Until I meet you again.
Apologies, my dear sister.

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You are so pure
I find it difficult to hold myself
Sometime i feel
I might lose my order
Struggle to maintain
What I am

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Echoes of the Unseen

A howl spread everywhere,
Dusk sank into darkness.
Echoing, a piercing cry
Held me still—frozen, breathless.

From nowhere,
Something gripped me.
I couldn’t move an inch—
Every howl tore through my body,
Traveling deep into my heart.

The darkness wove its blanket,
Shrouding a figure unseen.
No face, no name—just a human,
A painful, sorrowful human.

Nothing marked him but anguish,
A shroud of sorrowful night.
I stood there, held by their grief,
Every fragment of sadness
Reaching into me.

For a moment, I felt him—
Familiar, yet distant.
I knew him; we knew each other.
Every tear he shed was inked
In the dark hues of rejection—
The color of unwantedness.

I moved away as his pain
Found solace in the freezing void.
Yet my tears kept falling—
And I still don’t know why.

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Have you ever thought
Why we feel the absence of love
More than its presence?

Until it disappears,
We don't believe.
When we have it,
We give it little attention,
Never appreciate,
Never cherish.

But the moment it disappears,
We long for it,
Grieve its absence.

Sometimes, we live in love,
Find life within it.
Most of the time,
we live in it's absence
Without any meaning.

What an irony.

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για σένα

This time, I am no more.
It’s hard to find my broken pieces—
I don’t think I can rebuild,
Not like before.

Every time you broke me,
I bounced back from the pain.
But now it’s hard—
So dark around me.

A thick layer of blood clouds my eyes,
My hands too heavy to move.
I can’t even crawl.
I’m just on the ground,
Life rendered meaningless.

Words feel like comedy,
Tears like water,
Blood everywhere.

I cried until every drop dried,
And now I see a beautiful art—
An aimless flow of blood.

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You crave her gaze,
and with each whisper of her breeze,
you drift, losing all sense of self.

Hours pass, waiting for a single word,
nights stolen, sleepless,
hoping for her call,

her presence a fire,
searing your thoughts,
filling every cell with her echo.

Until one day,
the veil lifts—
it was only a fevered dream.

She is but a soul
angry, weary, and worn,
just human, no more.

And so you turn inward,
find solace in your own company,
and fall into the purest love,
the kind that waits for no one—

the beauty of loving yourself.

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