AK's Poetic Whispers

I gazed at that feeling as it flew past my eyes, Like a never-ending tale softly told in disguise. I knew she was never meant to be mine— For I am the burning noon, And she, the soothing night. Why do I give her so much of my thought, When she only shows me I’m easily forgot? We met for a few fleeting days I can count, But their echo still haunts me—deep and profound. I know I was never destined for her, Yet deep inside, I longed for the rare and the blur. Perhaps this bond was written in ages past, A moment reborn, not meant to last. We see the same moon in the sky each night— But she is someone’s love, And I am someone’s light. And who told the world that love is two souls near? It’s not—it’s a ripple of longing and fear: For the one we never touched, yet can’t forget, For the one we never held, yet still regret, For a promise made in dreams—and unmet.

Love struck me more times than I can count— but this time, it felt like heaven. Winter shut its weary doors, and you stepped in, a blaze of summer light. I talked too much, you smiled and listened. Neither of us knew those fleeting moments would rewrite our lives. You stood beside me— the most beautiful soul I’d ever seen. I stared, like a stargazer lost in constellations. We’ve ridden the rollercoaster, held on through the rise and fall. Loved like each breath might be the last— perhaps that hunger kept the flame alive. You gave up all you knew, just to walk beside me. You faced storms, even danced with death, to give me the rarest gift of all. And when he giggles and people are astonished, I would say— It’s nothing but a stardust of our love. You saw me cry, small and unguarded. I promise— you’ll be the last to see me that way. Years slip past, oceans in between, but when you kiss me in your dreams, I feel it— a sweet giggle trailing down the back of my neck. I may not be the best ma...

It was Friday evening, and for Jean, everything unfolded like a tired ritual — no surprises, no changes. Pick up the kids from school. Cook dinner. Make sure they eat. Tuck the little one into bed. End the night with two glasses of the cheapest wine she could afford. That was the extent of her luxury as a single mother. Jean ran a hand through her messy hair as she glanced at the clock — another late night, another day spent barely keeping her head above water. Some days, the silence of the house felt like it was swallowing her whole. The laughter of her children, so fleeting and rare, was the only thing that broke the monotony. She used to dream about weekends, lazy mornings with a cup of coffee, but now it was all about routines. Getting through the day, keeping the children fed, and somehow keeping herself together.  Jean longed for something beyond this — anything that would remind her she was more than just a mother. Sometimes, the guilt gnawed at her. She loved her children f...

Why this silence, always finding its way to me? Because I am a creature of love. You — the one who quenched my burning rage, you came from within me, wandering long through woods and mountains. Was I not loyal enough? They say otherwise — but they don’t know: I am a creature of love. I waited lifetimes for her rebirth. And when she returned to me, I found solace in you. My anger — fierce enough to turn the world to ashes — is softened, drowned, when you flood my mind with your waves. Why does this always happen to me? Because I am a creature of love. I know you were never meant to be mine. Still — thank you for being mine for a moment. Let me have this last dance, as the world looks on, calling us Shiva and Shakti — eternal, divine. O Ganges! Forgive me for loving you. I, the Lord of Lords, loved you, adored you, embraced you — and yet, I failed you.

All I could remember were flashing lights and deep siren sounds. He took a deep breath. “Is it still raining?” he asked the doctor. “Raining?” The doctor looked puzzled. “It hardly rains here. It’s just the aftermath of the medicine and surgery. You’ll feel alright soon.” Gary sat on his bed, eyes fixed on the hospital door. His face was tense, thoughts racing. There was a storm inside him—emotions he couldn’t name. Who are they? Are they friends… or just fragments of some strange emotional trauma? I don’t know what I have to do with them, but I feel they’re close to me. And yet, by their faces, I know—they’re not from here. Maybe a place where it snows… He rang the bell by his side. A nurse walked in. “Hi, love!” she said. “Can I have paper and a pencil?” Gary asked. She frowned. “Sorry… what language are you speaking?” Gary smiled. “Oh, that. I’m a multilingual guy—bare minimum of five languages.” He brushed it off, but inside, his heart was pounding. Something was happening in his m...

You came like a zephyr into my life When a sense of melancholy filled the air. I sought solace in you, As you wrapped me in your love—soft as spider silk. I always wanted to let you go, Because I couldn’t bear to see you cry. My mind was parched, And you came like petrichor after summer rain. Yet I turned away, believing your tears had made it so. I pulled you into a maelstrom— Of love, care, and aching attachment. Come, let us write the threnody of our love, Because that is what it was always meant to be. My love, this is my final plea to you: Come to my grave and cry out loud. Let your tears rekindle my embered love.