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Heartbeat 💔

My dream now is much like your abandoned bloodline. She died today, died before my eyes, crushed & crumbled into monolouges---i call them her last words. My dream, she is like my Ammi's heart, and not like my Baba's cracked ceiling. I didn't weep, for a moment I couldn't feel her loyalty, all of a sudden, she left as if she never belonged, but, but she left me saying that--- i die when fools like you wake up to sanity. I was fourteen when i first met my dream on a winding way to obscurity, she was a abnodoned ocean of love, who averaged her way to free me off shackles--- shackles made out of the scraps of their tamed expectations. She walked me through thistles, held me in darkness, loved me like freedom and left me like stranger. I wish I could save her who once saved me, but, now I wish I had, She walked me on the road that then were my nerves, and the air that blew through them was my blood that carried life; She was a local metro window through which I would look at sunrise and sunsets, She was a habit I tamed to survive; but she died, so I died too. Thursday evening, we were walking hand in hand when Baba caught us for the first time, he didn't speak, but left me remembering my ' dignity ' I was always taught this art of sacrifice, Not only me, but all the men are taught this--- this art of sacrificing her, your dreams, sacrificing to walk in accord with your dignity, sacrificing to preserve your bloodline, sacrificing to walk with heads up--- because she was shame, who would bring forsighted regret. So, like all other men, i left her to death after knowing my ' dignity ' because small men dream small--- Baba taught me, i was small then. I wish I hadn't listened to Baba. I wish I had saved her. My dream died before my eyes, but I was too coward to save her.

"Er gab mir Liebe, er gab mir mein Glück zurück."

just memories trapped in my head

"Der Schnee, vergangen und niemals für immer."

Wandering in my mind and reading the walls of this endless maze I'm in. Phrasing them into thoughts and poems.

Story of the storyteller 💌

The Lust within love 💟

Some heartfelt thoughts expressed in the form of poem adorned with literary jewels. Hope you all enjoy them

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Random thoughts

"Mach die Musik laut und lass sie dir das Gefühl von Glück schenken."

The autumn in contrast to the memories of life...

"Atme das ein was du brauchst."

"Wir sind frei, unser Leben so zu leben, wie wir es wollen."

"Glück und Freiheit ist zusammen weinen und lachen zu können."

This poem explores two souls aligning and becoming one as their souls consume each other.

A poem ab

I have reworded and put my own spin on the works of Edgar Allen Poe. I started reading Poe at a young age and have always been able to connect to his voice and style, even as a woman. He is one of my favorite poets by far.