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Breann 7d
You ache to speak, to set things right,
To call out wrongs done in plain sight.
But silence, heavy as it seems,
Can guard your soul and guard your dreams.

He saw the lies, the twisted truth,
The wounds they hid, the stolen youth.
So hold your peace, let vengeance wait—
God writes the end, not fear or hate.
Dear Krithika, wish you a very happy birthday
Seldom, are you not full of joy
Conversing with you is a lot of fun
Thou art such a cool cousin!

Dear Krithika, wish you a very happy birthday
We may not chat everyday
Nevertheless, we share a lovely little bond
Thank you so much, for appreciating my poems to no end!!

Dear Krithika, wish you a very happy birthday
May everything go your way
Many memorable moments, have we shared
Quite a lot of fun, have we had
Always, will I cherish our relationship
Your affection for me runs deep!!

Dear Krithika, wish you a very happy birthday
May you have a fantabulous day
May you and your family get some quality time together
Wishing you a fantastic future
And may the Almighty bless you abundantly forevermore!!
Wishing my dear cousin sister Krithika a very very happy birthday!!
Breann 7d
“I like you.”—but not enough.
Not enough to stay, to care,
To see the way I withered,
Piece by piece, beneath your weight.

You took what you needed,
A hand to hold, a heart to lean on,
And I gave until I was nothing,
Until even my shadow felt thin.

Now there’s nothing left to take.
No warmth, no light, no fight.
I have run dry, drained hollow—
I hope I was enough to quench your thirst.
apricot Apr 21
If you're askin' yourself, "How do you know?"
Then that's your answer, the answer is "No"
You know when you're in love.
It's unmistakable.
Undeniable.
So, if you have to ask yourself if you're in love,
then you're probably not.
Carlo C Gomez Apr 20
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I like the number 2,
so much in fact
I like it twice,
as in 22.

Now 2+2 equals 4,
but some say 2+2 equals 5,
It's quite the moral conundrum.

Still 5 is a cardinal, a prime,
why the Pythagoreans
thought of 5
as the marriage
between heaven and earth.

I empathize with 5 though,
for that's a lot of pressure
to put on a single solitary digit.

But I think I like him too,
he's a friend of 10,
which reminds me of
fingers, toes and Bo Derek.

But let's get back to 2,
which supposedly is company,
and 3, you see, is a crowd,
yet odd first and foremost
--Mersenne knew best, I guess.

Which brings me to 1,
small, but positive,
coveted, but united,
a face of multiple identities.

And should any other number
devise against it,
they would have no
success at all
--none, zero.

To be honest,
I think 1 likes 2,
and vice versa,
they're a complimentary couple
--both highly dutiful
and attracted to each other.

After all, it's said, "Someone may overpower
one alone, but two together can take a stand against him."

~
Ashwin Kumar Apr 19
Dear Bro, wish you many happy returns
Always, do I enjoy our calls
You are a wonderful person
So proud am I, to be your cousin!

Dear Bro, wish you many happy returns
I so love our visits to Eating Circles
Your jokes keep me entertained
Some of them are absolute gold!!

Dear Bro, wish you many happy returns
Cheers me up, does your mere presence
You are also amongst the coolest fathers
Sahana is so much fun to be around
Though of course, on the other hand
She can be devilishly tricky at times!!

Dear Bro, wish you many happy returns
To be highly valued, are your suggestions
You are almost like a mentor
For us, so much do you care!!

Dear Bro, wish you many happy returns
I hope today was one of your best birthdays
May you have an amazing year ahead
With many a blessing, may you be showered
I hope to catch up with you soon
May you shine brightly as the Moon!!
Wishing my very dear cousin brother Gautham on his birthday today.
Ashwin Kumar Apr 18
An awesome cousin, you are
Of almost all things in the world, are you aware
An avid cricket and tennis lover
Around you, is there a hell lot of cheer!

An awesome cousin, you are
Never, can you be a bore
Yes, you are a bit reserved usually
But in a rather sweet way
And when it comes to topics of interest
You are at your talkative best!!

An awesome cousin, you are
Proud am I, to have you as my little brother
Your American accent is quite strong
In tennis, seldom do you go wrong
The Wimbledon camping experience would definitely not have been the same
Without you at the helm
However, you can be really funny at times
Your pronunciation of Chicago was truly hilarious!!

An awesome cousin, you are
Beyond your years, are you mature
We had a great time during the WTC final
In spite of India's disappointing performance
Thanks chiefly to your presence
Highly entertained, do you always keep us all!!

An awesome cousin, you are
May you have a fabulous future
Here's hoping we meet up soon
Like Nithya told me yesterday, we all should go on a vacation
So, have fun and keep smiling
May the Almighty shower you with many a blessing!!
Poem dedicated to my dear cousin brother Nikhil.
Eliaskayne Apr 18
Splinters in My Spine
Your grief carves jagged lines in my back,
Each sob a splinter, lodged and twisting.
I brace against the weight of your sorrow,
Its edges cutting deep, unrelenting.
I seethe beneath the burden I never chose.

Why must I bleed for you,
While love I cherish stands untouched?
His arms wait—empty, aching,
While my strength drains into your abyss.

I rage against your cries,
Your storm that strips me bare.
Do you not see my fractures,
Or the love you push aside?

But guilt grips my throat,
Its voice a relentless whisper:
Am I cruel to cast you away,
To claim my freedom at your cost?
I wonder if this pain is mine to bear,
A debt carved by the world’s sorrowful laws.

Yet, the world has taught me this:
Happiness favors the selfish hand.
Am I not allowed my joy,
To choose the light over your endless shadow?
I see his face in my heart’s quiet corners,
And know I cannot waste more time.

I won't drown for you anymore,
Not while my heart beats for another.
Your sorrow will not consume me,
Nor steal what’s still mine to give.

Let your tears fall where they may,
I cannot carry them with me.
For I am tired of breaking my body
To piece together your endless grief
Sudzedrebel Apr 17
Love is always so fickle,
Itself only as strong as our commitments.

Oftentimes, we seek a level
Which is non-commiserate
To that which we offer.

We often feel ourselves
To be what's most important.
Pushing & pushing.

Until that day
In which the push is away.
Distance becomes
Only that which we are close with.
But commitment must be mutually respected
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