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The Symphony of an Unspoken Love

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!****!!****!!****!!!****!!****!!****! I do not merely listen to songs; I surrender my soul to their melodies, For every lyric carries a fragment of you, And every tune awakens a thousand memories. !!****!! When the first notes softly unfold, I close my eyes as though entering a dream, Where you and I wander beneath silver skies, Like two lost souls united by a celestial stream. !!****!! Each verse becomes a whispered confession, Each refrain, an echo of my longing heart. I find your presence in every tender word, Though miles of silence keep us apart. !!****!! Sometimes, I smile like a flower touched by dawn, Drunk on the nectar of memories we never made. Sometimes, tears descend like monsoon rain, For a love that blooms in shadows, unseen and unsaid. !!****!! The music becomes my sanctuary, The lyrics, my secret language of desire. I search for you in every lingering note, Like a restless pilgrim seeking a sacred fire. !!****!! When the world grows weary and the night grows still, I s...

The Silent Resonance

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 !!****!!****!!****!! I do not merely hear the strings; I drift where quiet echoes start, To find the hidden weight of things You left inside an aching heart. !!****!! The evening settles, cool and gray, And through the static of the room, A single chord begins to play And pulls your shadow from the gloom. !!****!! We walk a road that never was, Beneath a canopy of stars, Where distance loses all its laws And time forgets to leave its scars. !!****!! Each lyric is a coded plea, A quiet bridge across the miles, That carries what you cannot see- The heavy cost of practiced smiles. !!****!! I wear the stillness like a cloak, A pilgrim in a soundless land, Still tending to the words unspoke And reaching for an absent hand. !!****!! And though the final note must fade Into the dark where mornings break, You are the quiet song I made And keep for only silence’ sake.

Midnight Refrain

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!!****!!****!!****!! I feel the pulse of longing wake inside, A tender spark where our two hearts align; Before a word is spoken or replied, It dances in my eyes-a silent sign. !!****!! I watch it softly bloom beneath the skies, A living melody within my chest; It touches parted lips with gentle sighs, And sets our kindred spirits from the rest. !!****!! I hear the wind go whispering through the trees, And every leaf takes up the sweet refrain; The silver moonlight paints the midnight breeze, While distant stars call out your name again. !!****!! Across the miles where I lie wide awake, One language binds our hearts that beat as one; No turning tide or distance ever breaks The quiet thread that destiny has spun. !!****!! Come walk with me where summer rains once fell, Where every drop still holds a tale untold; Let every swaying blossom weave its spell, As our horizons silently unfold. !!****!! Though golden sunsets fade and seasons fly, And my own youth surrenders to the years, You st...

Melody Called Love

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!!****!!****!!****!! Youth awakens a longing deep within, A tender dream where hearts begin. Desire first dances in the eyes, Then blooms as love beneath the skies. !!****!! Love finds a rhythm in the heart, A melody that sets two souls apart. It gives the lips a song to sing, And makes the silent breezes swing. !!****!! The wind plays softly through the trees, The leaves join in its melodies. The moonlight paints the midnight blue, And every star whispers thoughts of you. !!****!! How many dreams are born tonight, Beneath the silver moon's soft light? How many hearts, though worlds apart, Still share the language of the heart? !!****!! Come, my love, let's sing along, Let the breeze become our song. Let every flower sway and smile, As we walk together, mile by mile. !!****!! Meet me where the rain once fell, Where every drop has tales to tell. Let us exchange our dreams and sighs, And write our love across the skies. !!****!! When summer fades and seasons fly, When golden suns...

Crowned Parasites

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When hardship strikes and economies fall, I watch greedy vultures feast on it all. When I cry out for shelter and bread, Someone calculates their profits instead. *** In offices, my files creep as snails, Lost in paperwork and endless trails. My signature waits, my service delayed; Without a little fuel, no progress is made! *** When nations suffer, economies fall,   The politicians promise futures bright.  They shake my hand, they smile for the press,  Then dissolve into smoke when I'm in distress! *** The treasury weeps, the budgets bleed,  Yet leaders boast of one more grand new scheme.  They cut the funds, they raise my daily tax,  And call it progress - imagine that! *** Service desks wear smiles sweet as glaze, While I drown inside a bureaucratic maze. “Your complaint is noted, please wait a day”- Six months later, the answer fades away! *** I watch traders smile as crises unfold; Scarcity rises, and prices turn to gold. I ask why the market has...

The Distant Shore

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 "I may not be easy to reach, but there is warmth within me. My distance is not rejection, my silence is not emptiness, and my guarded nature is not an absence of love. If you wish to know me, look beyond the walls and understand the life that built them." -Fourlinegraphia ....................................................................... A quiet fortress, stone and steep, Where silent shadows guard the sleep Of dreams untamed and softly bound, Upon unyielding, hallowed ground. *** So hard to near, so steep to climb, Beyond the rushing tides of time; A heavy gate of pride and grace, That turns away the eager pace. *** Yet harder still to cross the part Where beats the fortress of my heart- To find the truth of who I am, Beyond the veil, beyond the calm. *** A passing hand may touch the wall, Or watch the quiet shadows fall; But few can weather down the storm, Or keep the inner hearth-fire warm. *** So look beyond the guarded stone, Where walks my quiet soul, alone- Not k...

Where Empty Hearts Bloom

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  !!!!*********************************!!!! Somewhere between silence and madness, a thousand unwritten words awaken. I do not remember when the void first entered me, or when my soul forgot the shape of its own shadow. Perhaps it came quietly, wearing an old memory, or perhaps it was always waiting for my heart to fall completely silent. They call it unhinged when I speak to the ghosts of yesterday. They call it madness when I search for myself in the ruins of things I cannot recall. Ulmādam, they whisper, watching the fire consume my thoughts. But when my heart turns hollow, the emptiness does not stay bare- it becomes the soil where wild letters take root. In that deep, desolate dark, clusters of words surge forth like ritual dancers, shaman possessed, stamping their feet, beating against the ribs, demanding to be set free. What else can I do with feelings that have nowhere left to belong? I gather the scattered pieces of my soul, stitching burning alphabets into quiet lines. I ...