Fourlinegraphia

I don’t wear a color,   I don’t belong to any side,   A shade of compassion,   A whisper of hope,   Invisible yet profound.   Goodness is my only flag,   and kind hearts — my tribe,   A silent chorus of souls   Reaching out in tenderness,   Binding wounds with gentle hands.   We build and build,   brick by brick,   dreaming of comfort   for children we may never see,   of warm nights and safe havens,   of laughter echoing through open doors.   Gold fills our hands,   but someday,   a quiet ache will whisper —   “If only I had shared a little…”   A gentle reminder   of the fleeting nature of wealth,   of moments lost to greed and silence.   By then, the wells we dug   will belong to others,   their dry lips longing for rain, ...

When I kiss her, I kiss her through her thirst— not just the hunger of her lips, but the longing buried deep within her bones, the silent ache of seasons unspoken, the warmth she hides from the world. My heart becomes a prayer, a vessel open and wide, holding her love like sacred water. I stretch my soul into a bowl to cradle her fragile, radiant light. I kiss her through her flaws— the scars where pain once dwelled, the sunken cheeks, the delicate bones, the fragments of her broken dreams, the shadows dancing in her quiet eyes. I press my lips through her sorrows, through her silent cries, and within her darkness I find the shining core of her essence. My truest kiss rises from the purest part of me— the calmest, most innocent light, a flicker of life that trembles and falls, a single tear offered freely, a drop of my very soul. To love her with a heart overflowing, eyes shimmering with tears— what a sacred, beautiful surrender. Through endless ages, I have searched for he...

 She dances in pixels, flawless and bright, A shimmering illusion in endless night. Eyes that never tire, skin of porcelain glow, A crafted perfection no real face can show.   No heartbeat hums beneath her face, No breath, no tears—just perfect grace. Yet millions bow in silent praise, Drawn to her glow through endless days.   She doesn’t age, she doesn’t cry, No weary nights, no asking “why?” A mirror of desire, a fleeting spark, A digital flame igniting in the dark.   The young ones watch with hungry eyes, Counting likes as if they’re skies— Their worth measured by glowing screens, Lost in the maze of virtual dreams.   They chase reflections, not their truth, In gardens blooming with pixel youth. No seeds are sown in this hollow land, Just echoes of what they don’t understand.   A thousand filters veil the real, Soft hearts learn not to feel. In seeking fame, they lose the art— Of loving self, and healing heart.   Behind...

You light a match beside the open window, Rain hissing where the flame dares breathe, A fragile spark in the night’s quiet thunder, A whisper of fire against the ache beneath.   Dear,Your eyes are both a storm and shelter, A tempest that stirs my deepest roots, Yet a harbor where my fears find refuge, A paradox that leaves me mute.   I lean in — and burn beneath, A flame that flickers in your gaze, Caught between the thrill and the ache, Lost in the haze of love’s cruel blaze.   We speak in whispers, then in silence, Words trembling like glass between our hands, Secrets spilling like rain from the sky, Trying to understand what we can’t withstand.   Your laugh, a sunlight breaking Over ruins love still understands, A melody that scars and heals, A song held in trembling hands.   Your touch can steady, or undo me — A pulse that heals, then cuts in half, A gentle storm that tears apart The fragile shell of what we have.   I taste...

  In love’s paradox, our souls entwine, A dance of fire and icy line, Born from contradiction’s embrace, A trembling vessel in fragile grace.   Joy’s flame, ruin’s ash, intertwined, A noble sickness, so divine, A fever that no cure can tame, Burning body, radiant flame.   With you, I breathe, yet suffocate, Without you, I fade, disintegrate, Your presence, both balm and blade, A silent salvation, a noise unmade.   Love’s comfort and its cruel wound, A boundless closeness, a distance loomed, A fire that warms, a fire that devours, A paradox in endless hours.   Some loves redeem, others condemn, A force to shape or break again, Within its pain, our spirits soar, Seeking meaning forevermore.   Illusion’s mask, love’s true face, Bloodless shadows, a hollow space, Between your touch and your absence’ void, My heart in poems is employed.   Love’s end is form, not core, What kills can breathe once more, A cycle spun in endless st...

 A silent longing in the shadows of time,   A dance of fate on tangled lines  Did I find you, or did destiny misplace us,   Lost in the maze of what was and what could pass?   From my first breath, a restless quest,   Mistakes my companions, each a test Yet every stumble, every wrong turn,   Brought me closer to your flame that burns.   No more hesitations, no more doubt  A heart that yearns to be devout Take me with you, into your grace,   Or carry me into your sacred space  Where waiting fades and love takes flight,   Beyond the shadows, into endless light.

You are busy every day, keep busy, I will do it myself 15:16 Jayan MK In my experiance the domain is not valid, no owner., its one month baby site Ok, whatever you say is right 15:16 Ok, we have known each other for so long, and you actually say we are strangers 15:17 Since they are strangers, there is no need to send messages   In the quiet corridors of time we dwell, Familiar faces, stories they tell. Years woven into the fabric of days, Shared laughter, tears, and countless ways.   Yet words can turn a friend to a stranger, A fleeting shadow, a silent ranger. What once was close, now distant and cold, Memories fading, stories left untold.   If we are strangers, then let it be, No messages needed, just silent decree. A gentle farewell or a quiet goodbye, No need for words, no reason to lie.   But in this quiet, my heart might still say, Some bonds linger, in a subtle way. A glance, a thought, a whisper in the air, Reminding us of the moments we share...

  Time, a thief in the night Stealing moments, taking flight Leaving memories, a faint light Fading fast, like a winter's night In the blink of an eye, it's gone A second lost, a lifetime's wrong The clock ticks on, a steady beat Marking time, a relentless repeat But in the stillness, I find peace A moment's calm, the world's release A breath deep, a heart that's free A lifetime's worth, in just being me In the rhythm of life, I find my way Through the intervals, of each passing day A moment's pause, a lifetime's gain A reminder to live, to love, to sustain

I saw her face, and my heart took flight, A burst of love, a spark of light. But like a seed, it’s fragile, small, Easily crushed by the weight of it all. Her flaws, they whisper soft and clear, A gentle warning, a quiet fear — That love and hurt share the same coin’s side, And I’m not sure which way to abide. Her anger — a stormy night, Calm turns sudden into fight. I want to hold her through the hour, But how can I, when her tempers devour? I’m torn between love and self-preservation too, A fragile balance I’m not sure I can do. Yet as I look at her — flaws and all — I know I’ll stay, through the rise and the fall.

In dawn's embrace, Bharat awakens wide,   Her mountains stand with ancient pride,   Rivers whisper through verdant plains,   A song of life that ever remains.   Beneath the sea’s tranquil, sapphire veil,   Lies Kumarikhandam in silent tale,   A sacred heart concealed below,   Where secrets of the ages flow.   From Sangham chants and wisdom's flame,   The echoes of the old proclaim,   That Muruka’s voice, both fierce and tender,   Will guide us through the dark to render.   He rides the wind with peacock’s plume,   A herald of the spring and gloom,   His spear ignites the spirit’s fire,   Awakening dreams that never tire.   When stars align and time’s anew,   The Murukayugam will break through,   A dawn where truth and love unite,   And hearts ignite in sacred light.   Bharat’s soul, resilie...

  Beneath the rain-kissed earth I stand, A tender sprout within my hand. Though life may tremble, shadows call, I feel the dawn begin to crawl. Clouds of pain drift through my mind, Yet sunlight’s promise still I find. Though shattered dreams may fade away, Hope’s small wings refuse to sway. When my weary heart begins to fall, A quiet voice begins to call— The seed of strength, awakened deep, Reminds me what I’m meant to keep. Life isn’t just a fleeting test, But daily rebirth—my very best. And in that moment, soft and true, I hear myself say, “I can too.” That silent, steadfast inner flame, Survives and burns beyond all shame— A testament to all I am: The human spirit’s timeless psalm.