The rain is loud now, As if a giant feet arises from the clouds To step on the river under the bridge of my heart And disturb it in such a way That the sails of ships bend, And the water touches the bridge from below, Tickling it to sorrow… The rain is loud now, But actually, it has always been like this. You were there once, And I never felt it. But now, All there is Is this sorrow That tickles me from inside, As if it wants me to laugh, Yet doesn’t let me At the same time…
Maybe you've not met someone
Who'll take their eyes off you the moment you look back.
Maybe you've not met someone
Who'd rather text viciously rather than talk.
Maybe you've never been touched on the shoulder gently
And called your name.
Maybe your soul burns and your heart cries
For such a person.
Do not despair.
This loneliness is a pandemic,
And everyone suffering from it thinks they are alone.
Maybe someone like you,
Who's stuck between fire and a burning thing;
Between walls,
Between hate and not being cared
Will find you.
Maybe someone like you,
Who sleeps hugging a teddy bear
Will be hugged by someone like you.
Wait
Before you build a shell around your shell.
Wait
Before you jump into the fire you ignited yourself.
Wait
For that person to come.
And if they don’t come,
You'll go to them.
The world has as many lovers as haters.
They just hide in the shadows and wait.
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