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Art in my soul, Ink in my veins...!

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DAUGHTER OF THE SILENT STORM

Look at her closely,

Not as the world tries to define her,

not as a fragile figure placed politely at the edge of power

but as she truly Stands.

She carries herself like quiet Royalty.

Not because anyone placed a crown upon her head,

but because life itself forged one from the trials she survived.

She has walked through rooms

where her voice was meant to remain smaller,

where her dreams were expected to bow,

where her strength was mistaken for defiance !

Still, She did not shrink !

Within her lives a strange and remarkable power

to rebuild even after the world has tried to break her.

Generations breathe inside her courage.

She holds futures in her hands,

stories in her blood,

and resilience carved deep into her spirit.

The world may question her strength,

may measure her worth by narrow expectations,

But royalty does not argue with doubt.

It simply rises. And she does.

Not loudly. Not for applause.

But with the quiet certainty

of someone who understands her own power.

Because the truth is simple,

A woman like her, is not glass !

She is a blade wrapped in velvet,

a quiet empire breathing behind steady eyes,

a creature of fire

learning how to survive in a world of frost.

And though the world weighs heavy on her shoulders,

she rises...

Again, And Again,and Again.....!

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We would be together…

not loudly, not dramatically

just in that quiet, effortless way

that feels like home !

Books in our hands,

soft silence between us,

the kind of silence that doesn’t need filling.

And when the night finally finds us,

we’d lie in bed with the windows open…

the cool air brushing past our skin,

the stars scattered across the sky like tiny secrets.

And in that quiet moment

warm beneath the same blanket,

close enough to feel each other breathe

we’d realize

this simple little night together

is more beautiful than anything we ever imagined.

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Whatever quiet substance shaped the depths of our souls, yours and mine were made from the same gentle fire. No force of this world and no twist of fate could ever make them strangers, for they know each other as their own.. bound by a quiet, endless connection that neither time nor distance can undo !

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There’s a certain wild innocence in your laughter

that unsettles the careful order of my heart.

I had thought myself a man of reason,

until that sound bright and unguarded

found its way into the quiet corners of me !

You laugh as though the world has never wronged you,

and I, foolishly, stand there watching,

as though I have stumbled upon something sacred

that I was never meant to witness..!

It is a dangerous thing, your joy !

For in that fleeting moment

when your eyes meet mine through laughter,

I find myself hopelessly undone

a man who would gladly lose himself

in the light of your happiness.

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The Architecture of an Honest Life

I did not choose the architecture of these bones,

The way my eyes catch light, or how I stand;

I am the tenant here, not the stone,

A work of art I didn’t wholly plan.

So do not love the house.....Love the ghost inside,

The one who carries books and heavy dreams,

The one with hobbies where the lonely hide,

And stitches bursting at the curated seams.

Leave the silk behind; it’s far too cold.

Wear your tremble like a second skin instead.

Show me the stories that you’ve never told,

The "too much" words that echo in your head.

I want the pulse that never learned to rest,

The first heartbreak that’s still a quiet ache,

The version of you that is never "best,"

But real enough to bend and not to break.

For fifty years, you’ll glow and then you’ll fade,

Carrying names like flowers pressed in books.

You’ll mourn the older versions you have made,

And find your beauty in the way life looks

When you are eating solo in the rain,

Or laughing till the sting of silence dies.

It won't be gentle.....there will be the pain

Of outgrown selves and heavy, charcoal skies.

But let me be the place where you can land,

Not for the trophy, but the soul you’ve grown.

Hold out your messy, lived in, shaking hand;

This life is jagged, but it is yours alone...!

-ashfaque !

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The Fabric of You

Forget the lace and the curated seams,

The silk meant to hide where the skin is thin.

I want the unraveling.

I want the threads of every "too loud"

And every "stay quiet" they ever stitched into your spine.

Don’t dress for me;

Just show up in the stutter of your breath....!

That frantic, hummingbird beat of a heart

That has forgotten how to be still.

Wear the salt of the oceans you cried when the world felt small,

And the jagged edge of the first time

You realized you could break.

I want to see the bruises of your history,

The memories that make you flinch in the dark,

And the wild, unbridled light

Of the joys you were told to keep tucked away.

Bring me the version of you

That doesn't know how to pose.

Strip down to the shaking hands And the way your eyes search mine

Not for a mirror,

But for a home.

Be messy. Be tectonic.

Be exactly as much as you are,

Until the only thing left between us

Is the terrifying, beautiful truth

That you are finally safe to fall...!

-Ashfaque !

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I HATE SPRING

It began in a monsoon week; we met while turning pages.

When she placed her hair behind her ears, my soul blushed.

She was writing a book, and I adored filling the ink for her.

We loved through the bookshelves,

I gave her my favorite books just to have her bookmarks.

Even when the sun burned, we loved through those bookshelves.

I wrote her small writeups with mistakes, just to make her rectify me.

December came, and she continued writing....!

She recited in between like a child with passion,

And I fell for her....calmly, like the snow.

Spring came.

Yea, Spring came.

I thought we would be falling together with the leaves,

But now I sit with the ink fully filled, waiting for her to complete the story.

I don’t know why Spring came this fast,

When I wasn’t even done with the snowfalls...!

-ash !

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I don’t look at your eyes

the way people look at beauty.

I look at them the way believers look at truth

quiet, terrified, undone.

Your eyes don’t ask to be loved,

they command surrender.

Every time they meet mine,

something sacred in me kneels

without being told.

I tried to turn them into art,

but my hands learned humility.

Some things aren’t created, they are bowed to.

If I speak of your eyes, I reduce them.

If I stay silent, I worship them alone….

So I keep loving them

the way an artist loves the impossible

knowing it will never belong to him,

and creating nothing else again.

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In the echoes of your promises, I'm left with only shadows.

You said forever, but now I'm lost in this endless distance.

Your vows of care and protection now feel like a distant memory.

Why do I feel so flawed when you once saw me as flawless ?

You pledged to be my safe haven, but now I'm weathering the storm alone.

Your love was my anchor, but now it feels like it's slipping away.

Why are we apart today, when you said our love would forever stay ?

-ash !

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Oh, to be someone's calm amid their chaos!

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I find your name in the smallest places

on fogged windows, in the margins of my books,

hidden between moments no one else notices.

I write it without thinking,

the way one hums a familiar tune,

the way the hand returns to what it knows by heart.

Your name has learned to live everywhere

in petals, in pauses, in quiet habits of my day.

As if the world feels incomplete

unless it carries a trace of you.

Some names are not just spoken,

they are kept.

They turn into feeling,

into something warm that fills empty spaces

inside and around a life.

So maybe the old poets were right

love doesn’t always shout.

Sometimes it simply signs its name

again and again,

until it feels like home.

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Do you see a life where we grow old side by side?

Do you believe in choosing one person and staying?

Do you want slow mornings and long evenings,

walks without a destination,

silence that feels full because I’m there?

I have dreams, and I have days with none at all

I just know I want both with you.

So tell me, simply,

do you want to do life together?

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One quiet morning,

I’ll wake before you

and watch the world soften in your sleep.

In that stillness,

I’ll understand why every almost

and every not meant to be

had to fail.

Because loving you feels inevitable,

and I’ll thank fate

not for bringing you easily,

but for bringing you last.

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“ A girl adjusted her bangles, then asked me if they were making noise.

‘He notices,’ she said.

I believed her. ”

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Pomegranates

I want to share a pomegranate with you.

Not the easy kind of sharing

not counting seeds, not fairness.

I want to crack it open slowly,

let the red stain our fingers,

let the table learn our carelessness.

To say this is to say

I want to exist beside you

in the smallest rituals

the pauses, the silences,

the moments that never ask for names.

But that is too much to say aloud, isn’t it?

So instead, I place the fruit between us

and wait. You break it open wrong.

Juice spills, seeds scatter,

your hands don’t follow rules.

I know exactly how to do it neatly,

but I don’t stop you.

I like that you ruin it a little.

You hand me a handful of seeds,

warm from your palm.

I don’t thank you.

I just eat them slowly,

pretending this is about hunger

and not about how

we are tasting the same sharp sweetness

at the same moment.

If love had a language,

it wouldn’t be loud.

It would sound like this

two people standing over a broken fruit,

not asking what this means,

only staying....!

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The Scent of Anticipation 🌸

Every time before I dare to face your light,

I spend an hour in the attic's hush and gloom,

’cause I believe the essence on ancient, brittle things

holds the true silence I need to enter your room.

I let the soft air settle on my clothes,

a coat of moonlight, the quiet sheen of time,

so when my breath brushes your air, or your scent

invites my lips to commit their exquisite crime,

I can carry the cushion of a thousand moments passed,

a secret softness to my eager, trembling frame.

I want the memory of my first perfect sin

to be woven with this stillness, called by your name.

I have thrown away all scents and polished my skin,

discarded roses and oils for this singular rite,

but when I taste your exhale, and our focus blurs,

I swear I’ll seal the sweet air in a jar of pure night.

I’ll keep that dust and only touch it with my wrist,

to recall the sacred hunger when our spirits kissed.

So on the days your shadow cannot find my door,

I can unseal the bottle and breathe you once more,

and feel the solemn, worshipped silence, even for a little while.

-ashfaque !

[sadgeshenanigans]

“A heart that keeps holding on will ache, no matter how many seasons pass.”