Amoeba

Amoeba 8h

you touched me
and for a moment
i wasn’t flesh
i was light.
i was breath
before the lungs
a name
before it was spoken.

not love
not lust
something holier
like the quiet
between two prayers
that still
find each other.

a moment so quiet it almost became real

#presence

Amoeba 1d

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Years passed
beside the ghat,
where mornings wore marigolds,
and love sat beside me
not in words,
but in the way time slowed
when you were near.

Nothing was ever said.
Still, everything was known.
The river moved,
the city prayed,
and in between it all,
your eyes found mine
like it was the most natural thing
in the world.

this wasn’t some grand love it was just there
sitting beside me like it always belonged
no need to say anything
words would’ve ruined it
it lived in silence in glances in the way everything slowed down
the river kept moving people kept praying
but we just sat
and that was enough
maybe we were too scared to speak
maybe silence felt safer
but in that quiet something real existed
and that’s all it ever was
real even if no one ever said it

#silentlove #unspokenconnections

Amoeba 1d

Cheap theatre, Cheap movie..

Cheap theatre, cheap movie, that's how we begin, With patched-up dreams and secondhand skin, We take our seats in the flickering light, Hoping a broken story might still feel right.

The sound cracks, the script falls apart, But we stay, clapping with half-open hearts, The heroes stumble, the endings fray, Still we laugh and we cry and we stay.

No refunds, no rewinds, no better show, Just the slow unraveling we pretend we know, The ticket was cheap but the cost runs deep, We pay with the promises we couldn't keep.

Cheap theatre, cheap movie, our messy design, Crooked dreams projected on borrowed time, And maybe just maybe that's all we need, A cracked-up world where we still believe..

This isn’t about a movie, it’s about how we live. We sit in life’s cheap theatre, watching dreams on a flickering screen, hoping broken stories still make sense. The cracks in the sound, the failed lines, that’s us pretending it’s fine. It’s not the price we paid but what we lost to keep believing.

#existential #metaphorical #modern #poetry #raw #emotions #life #and #loss #broken

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