Threadbare Beginnings, Brightened Ends

I was hanging by a thread,
A life soaked in sorrow, cold and flat.
Then like a miracle, you appeared—
And joy returned, just like that.

I'd weathered my share of rise and fall,
Twists in fate, stumbles, and calls.
Yet through it all, you gently taught
That healing sometimes means getting caught
In flames that burn, then forge anew—
Scars as lessons, pain as truth.

You showed me how to wear a smile
Through every chaos, every trial.
Life, though messy, still possesses
A kind of charm in its wild guesses.

You taught me when to show my grace,
When silence too can find its place.
Even when trust begins to fade,
Hold onto faith—it’s never betrayed.

Love, when pure, holds endless might,
But hate can dim its radiant light.

And it's not skin, nor age, nor name
That decides the worth within this game.
You urged me: speak in your own voice,
Write your chapter, make your choice—
Then turn the page, let stories grow,
A river of truths in steady flow.

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Sinfully Yours

You crave my taste,
I’m your guilty delight.
Velvet temptation,
ready to ignite.

I’m your sweet surrender,
your pulse speeds my pace.
Take what’s yours—
unwrap, embrace.

A mystery unveiled,
unwrap me slow.
Melt me gently,
let sweetness flow.

You called for me,
I heard your sigh.
So here I melt,
no shame, no lie.

I’m more than sweet,
I’m fierce, I play.
Drip on your tongue,
then slip away.

Eyes locked on mine,
drink in the view.
I’m your craving—
rich, dark, true.

Don’t rush—go slow,
let passion last.
Make it a memory,
to savour, amass.

From first soft touch
to final sigh.
Taste every part—
don’t let it pass by.

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Pages torn from our faded past
I kept the ones you touched the last
Blood in the ink, scars in the prose
Love—a story no one knows

You left me like an unsung song
A crack in the chorus all along
I bled in rhythm, broke in rhyme
With no more words, just stolen time

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You’re a whole book—messy and true,
Unapologetic, unfinished... titled “YOU”
Each line, a trace of something raw,
Flawed in ways I never saw.

You’re a whole book—flawed and bold,
Spilling truths I never told.
No foreword, no clue, no map to follow,
Just heartbreak footnotes lined in sorrow.

No perfect arc. No tidy end.
No edits I could ever send.
But every sentence still feels new—
Because every page still bleeds of you.

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You came into my life, so soft, so still,
No sign, no storm—just sudden will.
I started weaving you, thread by thread,
In words unspoken, softly said.

From strangers once, to friends so near,
You stepped into my world sincere.
I wrote you down, page after page—
Your laughter inked across the stage.

Then love arrived, bold like a flame,
You turned into a chapter’s name.
With hope for more—some gentle ‘next,’
A tale of warmth, in rhyming text.

But heartbreak came, a sudden blur,
The lines grew cold, the words unsure.
You left like silence in a book,
Right after all the turns I took.

Now you’re a novel—unfinished, deep,
Where memories stir and questions sleep.
A volume full, yet still not done,
Its sequel paused, its answers none.

I reread scenes, I close, I start,
You left your fingerprint on my heart.
But still I write, in softer tone,
Learning how to stand alone, all alone!

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Me covered in
your fragrance
surrounded by
your warmth
lying in
your arms
with a smile
that screams
LOVE

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BTS…

Means HOPE
No matter how dark things are as of now
A phoenix only rises from its ashes, deserves a bow
Means DREAM
That no matter how unachievable it seems
There is always a way, it’s after a stormy night you get morning dewy gleams
Means FAITH
Even if you can’t yet see the destination in sight
It is in darkness that the stars shine bright
Means BLISS
A house is just a house, whether it’s a mansion or a dome
It’s always the people who are living in it, that makes it a home
Means LOVE
You may have infinite imperfection and flaws
For someone, you will always be just perfect, it is the nature’s law
Means LIFE
When you take risk, and undergo all the pain
You see rainbow after the rain
Means BLESSING
Miracles happen all the time
Beauty of the view depends on, how hard is the climb

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I would rather be someone’s adorable habit than cruel obsession

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The “Me” I have lost
To discover the “Me” I am now

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You, my missing piece
Without you my heart has a hole

You, my missing piece
With you my heart is whole

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