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14h · 10
I Wait
I wait.
I open my screen, and there I see
a notification—
not from you,
but from Duolingo, urging me to do my Latin lesson today.

I hear a ring.
I look at my screen,
and there it is—
a notification,
not from you,
but from my best friend who needs me to select a dress for her.

Then I see a blink.
I look at my screen,
and there it is—
a notification,
not from you,
but from the group chat I’ve been a member of since 2023.

And I finally tuck my phone away.
Then I hear a ding.
I look at my screen,
and there it is—
a notification,
yet not from you.
In the quiet of the library’s hush, he sits,  
A mind so sharp, a focus that never quits.  
His parents, pharmacists with dreams so high,  
Pressure to excel, to reach for the sky.  

He studies like the world depends on his gaze,  
Romance and relationships seem far away in his maze.  
Yet I gathered my courage, stepped forth with a plea,  
"Can we be friends?" I asked, hoping he’d see me.  

He nodded, a simple sure, a spark in his eye,  
Then I asked for his Insta, to catch a glimpse or try.  
But his feed is dry, almost as if he’s aloof,  
Like he doesn’t care, like he’s missing the proof.  

His friends call me "bhabi," a sister in law, a kin,  
They talk of me, but does he harbor within?  
Does he like or just talk about me in jest?  
Or is he simply focused, doing his best?  

Supportive chem teacher, she sees a spark,  
Encourages us both, brightening the dark.  
She told him to be kind, to treat me with care,  
And cheered me to talk, to show that I dare.  

Wednesday, he sat opposite, a moment so rare,  
I overheard a friend ask, "Is that her?" in the air.  
He speaks of me to friends, but the question remains —  
Does he like me, or is he just caught in his strains?  

In his silence, in his focus, is a story untold,  
A boy under pressure, ambitious and bold.  
Yet maybe, just maybe, beneath that steady guise,  
There’s a hint of a feeling that quietly lies.
I love the night, when everything slows down,  
When the world becomes a whisper, a quiet lullaby.  
It’s as if the darkness wraps around me like a comforting blanket,  
And I can breathe, truly breathe, in the cool, fresh air—  
A breath of serenity in a restless world.  

The coldness of the air feels like a gentle reminder—  
That even in stillness, I am alive, awake, longing.  
And in that silence, my heart whispers your name,  
Misses you more than words can ever say.  

At night, my mind drifts to you—  
Like a boat floating on a calm, midnight sea,  
Every moment we shared shining like distant stars,  
Every memory a lighthouse guiding me home.  

I love you beyond the shadows and the dark—  
When the sun rises, casting gold across the sky,  
And when the sun sets, painting the world in fire and amber.  
My love is steady, like the rhythm of dawn and dusk—  
Always there, constant, true.  

No matter the hour, no matter the day,  
You are my heartbeat, my silent song, my everything.  
I love you, truly, endlessly—  
Now and forever, in the quiet and in the light.
3d · 89
Soft & Sweet
Your skin is cotton soft
And your lips is jellybeans
I fell in love with an Englishman
A physics freak
And
A scout led

Solving the equations
And
Hiking through the mountains

His kind nature
And
His big smile

Honestly bought me great delight

His passion for hiking
Bought a similarity trait
But
Our age bought a challenging take
They say, ‘Eyes are the window to the soul’
And I agree
And I feel
Maybe
That’s true
Because ever since you and I have exchanged our vows
My vision have become blurry
Blurred by love

Blurred to see any better
Blurred to find any new

I think it is a curse
But
Maybe it is not

Maybe I’ve found treasure
And it’s shine has faded my vision

But maybe it’s a curse
But
Maybe it is not

It’s only clearly when I see you
It’s only clearly when I love you

And I feel all belonged to you
And maybe
That’s true

Because ever since you and I have exchanged our vows
My vision had become blurry
Blurred by love
Apr 30 · 24
4 months
4 months Is not enough
Not enough to know
Anything
Or
Anyone

Not enough to know how I feel
Not enough to tell you how I feel
Not enough to tell you how I am

Not enough to know
Not enough for you to feel how I feel towards you
Not enough for me to feel how you feel towards me

4 months Is not enough
Not enough to know
Anything
Or
Anyone
In love with a mind that can solve the stars,
And here I am analysing their scars

His knowledge stretches into the future
And here’s mine diverting back into the past

He hikes through the mountains
And here’s me growing lilies into my yard

He is a scout lead teaching life’s skills
And here’s me sharing Kenwood house’s appeal

His age is beyond my wisdom
And here’s mine growing like a lavender’s seed

Because this is love
And this is how it is meant to be

I am in love with a growing mind in the countryside
While mine’s stuck in the city, pinning dots of the past
Providing in depth Analysis:

‘In love with a mind that can solve the stars’
Implies that the poet’s lover is into physics or astronomy.
‘And here I am analysing their scars’ this could mean the poet herself is into literature or history.

‘His knowledge stretches into the future’
Suggests that the poet’s lover holds a higher level of education perhaps having a masters or a PHD.
‘And here’s mine diverting back into the past’
Again the poet mentions her passion for History as well as indicating being at a lower education level perhaps having her A levels or a Bachelors.

‘He hikes through the mountains’
This implies the poet’s lover is active and enjoys nature’s company.
‘And here’s me growing lilies into my yard’
This portrays poet’s inactiveness and passion towards gardening.

‘He is a scout lead teaching life’s skills’
This suggests the poet’s lover’s profession may be of a teacher or perhaps he enjoys the company of children and adores children. This also implies he is a very skilled person.
‘And here’s me sharing Kenwood house’s appeal’
This agains explore’s poet’s passion for learning and teaching history. This could also mean the poet herself is a history teacher.

‘His age is beyond my wisdom’
Here the poet explore’s the age gap between her and her lover. The poet also could be implying gaps between their education levels due to their big age gap.
‘And here’s mine growing like a lavender’s seed’
This suggests perhaps the poet is younger than her lover.

‘Because this is love
And this is how it is meant to be’
Poet could be implying that one has no control over who they love or how they may experience love.

‘I am in love with a growing mind in the countryside’
This implies the poet’s lover is constantly learning different things or perhaps conducting a research for his PHD or Masters. This could also mean that the poet’s lover’s is growing in age.
‘While mine’s stuck in the city, pinning dots of the past’
This implies the poet’s set career journey like working at a set place or not pursuing higher levels of education like obtaining a masters or a PHD. This could also mean the poet is still passionate about history and exploring different parts of history.
Jan 19 · 242
Love
Love is the only emotion
That makes one experience every other emotion combined in one

It takes one's honour
It takes one's soul

It makes one go from a blooming flower
To a flameful burnt flower
It puts a smile on one's face but brings rain into their heart

Love's fresh
But
Then
It
Rots
It heals
but
Then
It
Bleeds

And love makes one experience it all
All in one
All at once
Jan 19 · 87
The Disease
This deadly disease of love leaves scars on my heart each time I try to find love within the seven seas.
With hope I travel these seas.
With determination I sail for weeks, months, and years.
With strength I face the unbearable airs and storms at seas.
And I still manage to get myself tangled in the airs of the disease.
Dec 2024 · 102
Consuming pride
Synnove Carvalho Dec 2024
The pride in his eyes
Melting into my soul
As fire spreads through the forest
It's spreading throughout my body
Like a thorn penetrating through my skin
It's eating me alive

The pride in his eyes
Is suffocating my soul
As thirst spreads through the throat
It's agonising my body
Like a neil penetrating through my bones
It's killing me bit by bit

The pride in his eyes
Is haunting me alive
Synnove Carvalho Dec 2024
At the end of the day, we all are stories written as cures or curses in people's lives ...
It possibly could be some beautiful curse that develops people's lives.
And some cure that ruins people's lives.
Yes, it might act opposite as some stories are forcefully forged by characters who aren't supposed to be tangled within the chapters in the stories.
Dec 2024 · 94
Carrying Dreams
Synnove Carvalho Dec 2024
Carrying a photocard of us
Is like carrying a broken dream

A broken dream, yes
I carry this dream in my pencil case
No I don't self sabotage myself by gazing at it all the time.
But I keep it to reassure me that you are here
Somewhere near
So near
Just right in my pencil case

Sometimes it's heavy
The weight of it just gets me
The broken pieces of this dream
Makes me bleed

But I carry it
Just a broken dream
Placing it in my pencil case so near
In a form of a photocard
Dec 2024 · 80
Tied souls
Synnove Carvalho Dec 2024
Our
       souls
                  are
                          the
                                 perfect
                      symbolism
                of
         tied
souls
Dec 2024 · 87
Game of roses
Synnove Carvalho Dec 2024
How many times do I have to play
the game of roses
where naively I ask if
"you love me?'
Or
"you love me not'
and let the petals cease our fate
Dec 2024 · 478
Impressions of the Heart
Synnove Carvalho Dec 2024
Many
          footprints
                          on my heart
                                               yet
                                                    yours
   ­                                                          more apparent
Dec 2024 · 142
Seasons of love
Synnove Carvalho Dec 2024
We were just like the spring
So new
And
Our love just like summer
Vibrant flames of burning passion
And now
Our memories just like autumn
Providing armful comfort
And
Our signature places just like winter
Frozen in time
Dec 2024 · 81
Description of Him
Synnove Carvalho Dec 2024
Imagine being so wide with the mind but being so narrowed with words

- Just a suitable description of him
Dec 2024 · 67
In search of someone
Synnove Carvalho Dec 2024
Through and through
Taking trains and planes
Switching between stations and lanes
Like the weather does it’s shift from rain to hail
And rushing through the streets
Chockablock but yet
Hoping to see a glimpse of someone
Hoping to make amends
Searching for it here and there
Willing to make amends

Synnove Carvalho

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