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Pouya Apr 22
Taste of a lemonade,
In the middle of perplexity,
Long walks in a small county,

Experience Vibes,
New things for you,
But familiar with the locals,

Which one is true?
Ahmed Gamel Apr 22
I was bound in chains I could not see,
A prisoner to my own misery.
Whispers of doubt, a crushing weight,
The silent scream of a hopeless state.

I stood in shadows, cold and alone,
With nothing but silence to call my home.
My mind a battlefield, a ceaseless fight,
As day bled into dark, and dark into night.

The mirror showed me a ghost of despair,
A hollow stare with nothing to share.
No light within me, no fire to guide,
Just a wandering soul, nowhere to hide.

Pain was my blanket, fear my friend,
I asked if this was how it would end.
Would I be forever lost, unseen, unheard?
Would my heart stay numb, unfeeling, disturbed?

But even in the darkest of nights,
A flicker of hope would break through the fight.
A whisper, a question, a faint trace of will,
That begged me to rise, to fight, to feel.

"Why?" I asked, when surrender felt near,
"Why should I break, when life’s still here?"
A question so simple, but it tore me apart,
And from the ashes, a spark would start.

With trembling hands and a heart full of fear,
I clung to the light, though it seemed unclear.
Each day I crawled, one step at a time,
Climbing through chaos, through pain so prime.

The days grew longer, the nights more bright,
I learned to trust in the inner fight.
The pain was still there, but I held it tight,
A piece of my past, but not my light.

And now I stand, not unscathed, but free,
A warrior forged from the struggle to be.
I’ve learned that the flame never dies,
It flickers, it falters, but it still flies.

I know now that darkness can’t hold me forever,
That the questions are answers that guide us together.
From the depths of despair, I’ve come to believe,
That no matter the fall, I’ll always rise to achieve.

So I spread my wings, no longer bound,
In the light of my journey, I’ve finally found
That the power within, though tested and torn,
Is a fire that burns, and will never be mourned.
This poem captures my journey from the depths of depression to the eventual awakening and self-discovery that followed. The pain, fear, and struggle were all-consuming, but they served as stepping stones toward understanding my worth, strength, and the power of perseverance. This is a tribute to anyone who feels lost or trapped in their own darkness — there is hope, and with time, we can climb out and find the light again.
pnam-TX Apr 20
Pyaar jo aapne hume karna sikhaya,
Dil ne har ehsaas ko geet banaya...
Kitne pyaar ke rang chhalkaate hain aap,
Phir bhi pyaar ki wajah poochhte hain aap...

Aap ** saath... to hai roshni,  
Pyaar ka jaadoo... hai be-andaaz.  
Mere humdam, mere mehboob,  
Dua hai... har ek ehsaas mein,  
Sirf aap hi... aap saath **...  
Mere Humsafar... Mere Humsafar.

Aankhon mein sapne sajaaye chale,
Har saans mein mehka hai aapka naam.
Dil ki dhadkan yeh kehne lagi –
Aap ** saath, toh hai subah-o-shaam.

Aap ** saath... to hai roshni,  
Pyaar ka jaadoo... hai be-andaaz.  
Mere humdam, mere mehboob,  
Dua hai... har ek ehsaas mein,  
Sirf aap hi... aap saath **...  
Mere Humsafar... Mere Humsafar.

Aapke bina... yeh zindagi adhoori thi
Pyaar ki manzil mein kitni doori thi.
Dil mein aashiyaana aapne basa kar hume diya hai,
Har lamha pyaar ka... aapne dil mein piro diya hai.

Kabhi khud ko chaahne ke liye... gairon ka pyaar chahiye,
Kabhi dil ki nazdeekiyon ke liye... doori ka ehsaas chahiye.
Kabhi chand lamhe hi kaafi hote hain dilwaalon ke saath,
Ittifaaq se mile **, meherbaan – kabhi na chhodna mera haath.

Aap ** saath... to hai roshni,  
Pyaar ka jaadoo... hai be-andaaz.  
Mere humdam, mere mehboob,  
Dua hai... har ek ehsaas mein,  
Sirf aap hi... aap saath **...  
Mere Humsafar... Mere Humsafar.

Ab itna ab na sochiye, mere jaane-mehboob,
Dekhiye... pyaar kiya, aapne bhi bahut khoob.
Zindagi aapke saath – vaada hai mere humsafar,
Har sawalon ka jawaab diya, humne – aap rahe befikar.

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English Translation...


You taught me the art of love so true,
My heart wove every feeling into a song for you.
How vividly you spill the colors of love’s hue,
Yet you ask me why I love you.

With you by my side… there’s a radiant light,
Love’s magic… boundless, infinite.
My companion, my beloved,
My prayer… in every feeling’s weave,
Only you, always you… by my side,
My soulmate… my soulmate.

In my eyes, dreams you’ve adorned and spun,
Your name scents every breath I’ve begun.
The heartbeat whispers, soft and clear –
With you near, dawn and dusk are ever dear.

With you by my side… there’s a radiant light,
Love’s magic… boundless, infinite.
My companion, my beloved,
My prayer… in every feeling’s weave,
Only you, always you… by my side,
My soulmate… my soulmate.

Without you… life was incomplete, a hollow space,
The path to love stretched far, a distant chase.
You built a home within my heart, gave it grace,
Every moment of love, you’ve strung in its place.
Sometimes, to love oneself, a stranger’s care we seek,
Sometimes, for closeness, distance makes the heart speak.
Sometimes, a fleeting moment with a kind soul is enough,
By chance we met, my gracious one – never let go of my hand, my love.


With you by my side… there’s a radiant light,
Love’s magic… boundless, infinite.
My companion, my beloved,
My prayer… in every feeling’s weave,
Only you, always you… by my side,
My soulmate… my soulmate.

Think no more, my cherished love, don’t stray,
Look… you’ve loved me too, in the most beautiful way.
Life with you – a promise, my eternal guide,
Every question answered, with you I abide, carefree by your side.
SPhiros Apr 19
Forget everything.
Let’s set sail on the sun.
Whisper the word, and I’ll go.
Under the sunset, we lie
I'll take your hand without a doubt

I’d build a world from nothing—
a world you desire,
you deserve,
and you shall have.

In a bottomless beer, I find myself stuck.
I found a brief, reckless peace—
the kind that once lived beside you, quietly

But the winds changed.
You moved like light,
and I, like weight, stayed behind.

Now I watch you drift,
farther than I ever realized—
a silhouette against a bleeding horizon,
a beautiful departure.

A view I must learn
to appreciate and carry.
Without chasing,
I stay
and wish you
a beautiful journey.
Ahmed Gamel Apr 17
I lost, I broke, I burned to the ground,
Yet from my ashes, my crown unbound.
Through fire and fury, I carved my way,
Not for the world, but for the price I’d pay.

With sharpened mind and heart untamed,
I faced the void and felt no shame.
I reach for heights no soul has known,
Not for praise, but to claim my throne.

Where meaning blooms through love and pain,
Where every scar is gold to gain.
I’ll fall again—that truth I own,
But in each fall, my strength has grown.

I rise for me, for kin, for fire,
To light the path and take it higher.
Not for envy, nor for fame,
But for love, for will, for the name.

So let them watch, let them see,
What man can be when truly free,
When fire transforms to endless light,
When loss becomes the fuel for might.

Golden I rise, no crown I need,
The gold within is all I’ll heed.
I build, I climb, I break the chain—
For in my soul, the gold remains.
The Golden Remains” is the next chapter in my journey, a continuation of the ideas explored in my earlier work, "Golden, I Rise." While "Golden, I Rise" spoke of embracing the struggle, forging strength from pain, and building a path fueled by resilience, "The Golden Remains" takes that journey further. It reflects a deeper understanding of the internal process—the refining of one's spirit, the realization that the true gold is the wisdom, growth, and love we carry within. It is the product of all the fire and struggle, the golden truth we earn by walking through hardship and emerging unbroken. The crown is within, the gold is earned, and the journey continues.
Rizma Aulia Apr 16
How sweet the thought, of laughter gently traced
Illuminates the void where night once braced
So near it feels, within my grasp
So dearly I wish to weave its clasp

I pondered yestermorn with wistful sigh
As tempests passed and clouds swept high
Speak thy heart, say what thou seek
And surely, it shall find thee meek
Pouya Apr 14
+Asked from a butterfly: "how was the trip?"
-Responded with a regretful sigh:
" the roughest part was not knowing what's going to happen after cocoon!"
For home is in the eyes of my friends and my kin,
beside the deep footsteps where my lover has been.
It is found by the shadow of the one I do miss,
next to the smell of that fragrant last kiss.
So where is my home, let me find it once more,
for it exists near my heart, of that I am sure.
The Sailor’s love for the sea started at the age of thirteen.
From there he embarked upon a journey,
wondering what his life might end up being.

A mighty crew, and a great Captain to boot, they sent forth, looking for all the loot.
By the age of nineteen, the Sailor saw a lot.

From drunken fights which ended with no love lost,
to great bouts of strength between rivals a plenty,
while losing not much,
from great storms waged with such might,
and lovely beauties who roamed the night.

Yet the Sailor was not happy,
seeing the world was full of plenty,
an ache for the soul,
which left him to toil.

He set off at first light,
without any worry nor fright,
to look for an adventure, an Odyssey,
and look for his own Penelope.

High and low he scoured,
looking what his heart desired,
even went to the countryside,
for by chance his heart could reside,
in need of desperate respite.

Yet he could not give in,
to the trouble burrowed deep within,
an ache he missed,
a way out of the mist.

Once he came back he worried,
what would they think or would they leave in a hurry?
Just then the Captain saw him and said,
“The sea is great, plenty of opportunity,
so don’t you worry, the sea holds aplenty.”

And then he saw the Truth,
to have such a crew,
the mighty Captain too,
is when he knew.

The sea in its eternal blue,
holds many clues,
for those who seek,
amongst the wreckages,
treasures can lie within different avenues,
and still look for the great Muse.
Agnes de Lods Apr 10
We’re getting on this streetcar
without our permission.
Deciding every single day,
not to get out, just to survive,
until the next stop, the next breath.

Let’s pretend to be naive,
when the absurdity of norms
pushes us to follow the one-way track.

Please, look around,
see through rose-colored glasses,
how beautiful it could be!
Everything would seem easier
and more tolerable.

In this magical place,
we once called wishful thinking,
all the stars spark at night,
the rainbow shines all day!

Why must we be so practical,
when stray pieces intertwine,
forming a cohesive and unique whole?

Passing silently, unnoticed,
in the city of unseen lines,
in the depth of our hearts,
we dream that this tale
could end happily.

We, all Passengers,
craving more space
spreading our wings,
we are trapped in small cages.

In the streetcar called
Bare Existence
until the last trip,
until the last call,
we wish only
to be unconditionally accepted.
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