whispers between lines

every poem is a piece of me I wasn’t brave enough to speak.

[inksoftly]

Where the thread leads

Morning :-

I woke with threads around my wrist red, and pulsing like a promise missed.

I looked in the mirror,

My eyes , a battlefield of rain and heatwaves in June

It felt like another life - where you were the only truth.

Noon :-

In the beach full of people, i saw two souls,

Connected with a red thread, beside a child of four.

One had same eyes I have seen before

The other - too familiar for this world to ignore.

Then I realised - it was me

Before the tide

Took them apart

To the plantes on apposite sides.

Evening:-

It's raining outside , I was in a pool

Sipping my drink , remembering you ..

And suddenly the world changed

I was a swan in golden cage.

I saw you there bleeding in white skin,

The same red thread but -

This time the thread was blooded ink.

I mourn for your pain , i couldn't steal

But your blood promised , i would heal.

Night:-

Now it's my working time ,

I am seated in a formal dine.

Everyone is here , yet something's wrong

A sudden wind pulls me along

I was a sailor , selling spices

You were the trader , asking about finances.

Our eyes found each other,

Your gaze got soften.

We were caught between,

Midst and mountain.

Yet something stopped us ,

May be our differences.

You signed the deal , your finger slow

With ink the colour of threads we know.

It bled like fate across the page—

A vow unspoken, yet set in cage.

A final nod, a silent seal—

Goodbye, and the end of the deal.

Reality of midnight:-

The stars are dull through city glass

I walk alone as people pass.

I have seen your holy scars , your sacred face

But time has blurred your final trace .

I am still waiting, I will always wait

For you to come ,

To pull the red thread ,

To mend what fate forgot to make.

≈ inksoftly

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Spoiler 📍:-

The Red Thread of Fate ties two souls who are meant to meet. It may tangle, stretch, or fade—but it never breaks. This is a poem about that thread across lifetimes.

[inksoftly]

Broken Dreamer Under The Star

The heavy night departed,

The moment the sky parted.

The moon's rays peeked through,

The time has come I already knew.

A gentle wind blessed my face,

But the mind was a bird in cage.

Panic, anxiety, discomfort - what we say?

When the bird has fear of future,

More than the courage to fly away.

The world thinks she loves the home,

But no, she actually wants to roam.

With the laughter that was once gone,

Oh the innocence that was lost.

This bird is allergic to light,

But she will go to brighter sight.

Her destiny is still very far,

A broken dreamer under the star.

@inksoftly 🥀🍁

- to be continued

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[inksoftly]

They say love opens a door from one heart to another. But if there is no wall, how can there be a door.

≈ Rumi

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It's not mine but I found it very beautiful.💟

I repeat its not mine...I usually post my original one you can read here @inksoftly. Last time I posted a quote of another author with his name, someone said DUPLICATE and I was expelled from a community 😂.

[inksoftly]

Me , myself and two.

Two universe, two home

One body , two soul.

Or perhaps two - who knows?

Two bed , two dream

Two fantasy, two life to live.

Two path , two choices

Two heart , two voices.

Two future, two destiny

One illusion, one reality.

One truth , one lie

One mask , one face.

One dream , one escape.

One to leave , one to chase.

One to hold , one to break

One to be free , one to bind by chain.

Too contrast, too much fight

One thing that fits in both -

Me and my mind.

@inksoftly 🍂

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Reflecting in duality......what strikes a chord with you 👀?

How are u all doing 💟?

[inksoftly]

Your presence entered my life, smoothing the pain with a single glance, and touching the depths I didn't know were wounded.❤️‍🩹

≈ @inksoftly

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How are you all doing? I hope everyone is fine and happy.

I am working on a poem its for someone special their birthday is coming but I am not getting any idea.

I mean how can I describe my love for them in one poem? How can I describe them in one poem? I think I will need to write a book 😂.jk jk

Have you ever done this? writing for you love one? If yes , did you ever show it to them ? What was the reaction? Share with me.❤️

PS :- you can share the poem too 😉.

I will showcase it on my blog ( credit will be yours you romantic ( menace😂) lovers , don't worry)

[inksoftly]

In the heart of Edinburgh

Burry me beneath the Edinburgh's land ,When I die ,

Let my soul float over its galactic sky.

Give me peace under sigh of the dove tree,

Where history lives in the castle and

Love flows in poetries.

Let no flower adorn my grave,

Instead build me a library, in a hollowed cave.

In Edinburgh's heart , where books abound ,

Let my soul wonder , lost yet found.

In corridor of wisdom, let me roam

Where books unfold stories and secrets are home.

In the world of words and magic , i have craved since my youth,

Let my spirit find solace and eternal truth.

≈ @inksoftly 🥀

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They say when a city is calling you it means someone is there and your story is written.

I wonder who is in Edinburgh ❤️.

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Pinterest. Reddit

[inksoftly]

The boy who spoke to the wind

The milky sky was a terrace he walked on.

The soil was a soft silk sheet.

In twinkling stars, he used to find whispers.

In the moon, the scars of a wound.

Walls were his friends,

the wind was his answer.

Buds made him giggle from deep within.

His life was full of chaos and disaster.

The buds who dreamt to fly.

The buds who wished for confidence.

He smiled — a bitter one.

"I was like them, always demanding high."

A star fell from the sky, out of curiosity.

It asked:

"Why do you always sit here?

Why do you talk to them?

Why are you so different?

Why are you full of mystery?"

The star waited for his answer.

He stared at the sky, tracing the scars of the moon.

"They were my first star.

They were my first moon.

My sky, my flower, the soil that fed my roots.

But stars can be torn.

The sky can bring rain.

Flowers can give you thorns.

The moon can be swallowed by mourns.

When it happened, I broke.

The wind caught me.

The stars gave me light.

The moon told me his courageous story.

The buds sang me lullabies."

The star flickered, its smile dim.

He smiled as if he understood something.

The night turned pale.

The star returned home.

But the boy stayed,

watching the sky that once belonged to him.

≈ @inksoftly 🥀

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Not every child speaks. Some whisper to the sky instead.❤️‍🩹

You author is back 😉🔙

[inksoftly]

Where should the murderers go?

Murderers? You felt chills? Maybe. But it's not what you're thinking.

Murderers - people who have killed their own happiness.

Murderers - who have hurt themselves.

Murderers - people like us who have lived in a house made of cold stones. When we get a home made of glass, trust, love, patience, we don't know how to live in it. How to protect them, not from the world but from us, from our rages, insecurities, and from our fire.

Murderers - people like us who have got rain written in their fate get a blanket that holds them, keeps them warm. We don't know how to keep it clean from our blood and tears.

Murderers - people who have slept on thorns get a flower - so fragile, too soft. We don't know how to hold them, how to be gentle with them.

So I ask, is there a place where we can fit? Or a home that's cold from the inside? A blanket - red that will warm us and hide the bloodstains without any complaint? A flower hard as us? No... I understand."

@inksoftly 🥀

[inksoftly]

Like a compass needle that points north, a man's accusing finger always finds a woman. Always

≈ Khaled Hosseini

( A thousand splendid suns)

To all women ❤️‍🩹

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[inksoftly]

The memory merchant

They say he comes when you forget too much, When memories once safe Now beg to be rushed. He asks — “Pick a pain, and it shall fade,” But you won’t know the cost— It’s a piece of your soul that gets quietly paid. Day 1 I met him — he didn’t blink. His smile: cracked glass, his voice: ink. He asked. I chose her eyes. The next second, I was silent — lying. I woke and mourned — A piece of my soul, Gone. Forever gone. Day 2 We met again — in a forest, dark. This time, he didn’t need to ask. He reached inside and pulled from me, Her voice — sweet poison — then turned to flee. He vanished with my soul, But not completely. Day 3 He came again — this time, in dreams, Hands full of fog, and eyes that scream. He took her laughter, And my soul, after. Day 4 I begged him, “Take it. End the ache.” He grinned and whispered, “No—you’ll remain.” This time I fought, screamed through the pain— But he reached inside and carved his name. Now it’s not me anymore, Just a corpse that breathes— Living with her metaphors. Day 5

He didn’t come. I waited for him, heart numb. The day passed — I sat in midnight, And then I realized — There’s no light left inside. There’s nothing to give, Not a single piece of soul to live. Yet after everything, I’m still full of hers — Not a person anymore — Just fading blurs.

@inksoftly

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Some say there’s a man who walks between thoughts, trading memories like coins. You forget a name — perhaps he owns it now.

[inksoftly]

To the kind soul who sent me that beautiful Ask —

I just wanted to say I really appreciated your words, and I did read your piece — it was genuinely beautiful and heartfelt.

Unfortunately, I accidentally deleted the thread before I could properly respond, and now I can’t find your profile 😅

If you're seeing this, please feel free to reach out again — I'd really love to talk more or reply properly this time!

P.S. Tumblr needs an "undo" button for emotional damage 🙂👍🏻

[inksoftly]

Still , I hope

I know your truth.

I know your soul.

The ones around you now

don’t know your storms at all.

I knew your fear

before your hands began to shake.

When your world collapsed,

you wept alone —

by the side of that lake.

I hope they see

the strength I always knew.

I hope they stay

when your sky loses its blue.

I hope they feel like home

when you need to run away —

that’s all I ever wanted,

anyway.

@inksoftly

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Your author is back but this time with a light one 😉.

Life’s been harsh these days

It’s hard to watch the one you love fade away.

And you can't do anything

So you just pick a pen and paper and write what you couldn't say.🙂

[inksoftly]

Tied to You, Torn by You

The blurred memories came to light,

With bleeding, screaming, and chilling sight.

You came back in this life, when fate cracked,

But this time the red thread turned to black.

We met again, you promised stars,

Then why did you give me hollow scars?

The thread once warm now burns my skin,

A bond I lost, yet live within.

Thread said — we are made for each other,

You proved it, when we held not flowers but scars together.

Our story is just like Beauty and the Beast,

But this time,

The beast cursed the queen.

I tried to run, but the thread held tight,

A silent grip in dead of night.

It pulled me back into your heart,

But your love burned my final part.

I've lost the will to break from you,

In another life, I still pray to make you my blue.

But if we're meant, then let this be true —

Or turn me into your mirror too.

@inksoftly

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This is the second part of " WHERE THE THREAD LEADS ".

When the red thread of fate turn black.

Hope you will like and support it.

If you haven't read WHERE THE THREAD LEAD then this for you

https://www.tumblr.com/inksoftly/788484548070703104/where-the-thread-leads? source=share

If the link is not working, you can read in my page.

[heartofmuse]

I am a cinnamon kiss upon your lips,

Sunshine, liquid, sliding down your skin,

A kaleidoscope of your favorite songs, background music that's always on,

No, you will never be rid of me,

I am the guilty pleasure you can't give up,

The spell that keeps you burning.

The sin that keeps you on your knees,

Baby, I didn't ask for any of this

It is just what it is,

Two suns colliding,

White blue heat and infinite darkness,

Supernova,

world-creating,

world-anhilating,

We will never survive this,

And yet it's the only way I want to die,

The only way I want to live.

e.v.e.

[inksoftly]

Where the thread leads

Morning :-

I woke with threads around my wrist red, and pulsing like a promise missed.

I looked in the mirror,

My eyes , a battlefield of rain and heatwaves in June

It felt like another life - where you were the only truth.

Noon :-

In the beach full of people, i saw two souls,

Connected with a red thread, beside a child of four.

One had same eyes I have seen before

The other - too familiar for this world to ignore.

Then I realised - it was me

Before the tide

Took them apart

To the plantes on apposite sides.

Evening:-

It's raining outside , I was in a pool

Sipping my drink , remembering you ..

And suddenly the world changed

I was a swan in golden cage.

I saw you there bleeding in white skin,

The same red thread but -

This time the thread was blooded ink.

I mourn for your pain , i couldn't steal

But your blood promised , i would heal.

Night:-

Now it's my working time ,

I am seated in a formal dine.

Everyone is here , yet something's wrong

A sudden wind pulls me along

I was a sailor , selling spices

You were the trader , asking about finances.

Our eyes found each other,

Your gaze got soften.

We were caught between,

Midst and mountain.

Yet something stopped us ,

May be our differences.

You signed the deal , your finger slow

With ink the colour of threads we know.

It bled like fate across the page—

A vow unspoken, yet set in cage.

A final nod, a silent seal—

Goodbye, and the end of the deal.

Reality of midnight:-

The stars are dull through city glass

I walk alone as people pass.

I have seen your holy scars , your sacred face

But time has blurred your final trace .

I am still waiting, I will always wait

For you to come ,

To pull the red thread ,

To mend what fate forgot to make.

≈ inksoftly

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Spoiler 📍:-

The Red Thread of Fate ties two souls who are meant to meet. It may tangle, stretch, or fade—but it never breaks. This is a poem about that thread across lifetimes.

[inksoftly]

Sharing this with @lelibrothoughts — really admire the poetry you feature.

[inksoftly]

Beauty in flaws

There’s a scene in a drama I watched — quiet, nerdy, emotional — where a character says:

“The Earth is tilted at 23.5 degrees. That’s why we have 24 hours in a day. If it weren’t, we’d only have 8... and that would be less time for me to spend with you.”

It's sweet. Intimate. Nerdy-romantic.

Did you too find it beautiful?

May be yes.

But also... it’s not true.

The Earth's rotation, not its tilt, gives us 24 hours.

The tilt gives us seasons, not time.

So technically? That line is wrong.

But emotionally? It’s perfect.

And that’s the part that got me thinking:

Humans do this all the time.

We find meaning in flawed things.

We love the broken lines, the fuzzy science, the metaphors that don’t quite add up — but still feel right.

And lately... we’ve been forgetting that.

We want perfection.

One wrong sentence, one flawed thought, one imperfect answer — and someone’s done.

But that’s not how we’re built.

We’re tilted too. Not quite straight, not fully aligned.

And maybe that’s what makes us capable of beauty in the first place.

≈inksoftly

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(And no, the science isn’t accurate. But the emotion? Undeniably real.)

Guess the drama if you know it. 🌍✨

(Hint: it’s Thai. And beautifully tilted — just like the Earth.)

This post is deeply inspired by a drama scene — and it feels like I haven’t given it enough credit.

I’ll let you guess for now 🌙 but I’ll share the name in the comments after 24 hrs and pin it. It deserves that.

[inksoftly]

A Ghost in a Poem Knew Me

The room was flickering by candlelight,

Each shelf ,tired of their own sigh.

Dimly glows the air tonight

Where once love dared to shine.

Books whispered lines , barely complete

What World once denied to beleive.

The writers longed love to greet,

But poem still haunt – with silence and grief.

Each page , a different story

Each stanza , a love but blurry.

The room was filled with ghosts in blue

Revolving around me –

I hadn't a single clue.

I sat there - in a damp bench

A book in my hand , heart clenched.

Each word , a old history

Of love , of hate, of a broken lover's legacy.

But the poems — they all ended mid-sigh,

As if the ink ran dry before the goodbye.

A voice hissed soft beside my ear:

“Complete this lines of love for me , dear.”

I looked up — a ghost stood near,

But somehow, it brought no fear.

I picked up the pen to complete ,

I was surrounded with metaphors and similies.

Yet i couldn't write , i couldn't complete

Then I knew -

I shared their same fate too.

≈ inksoftly

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this one's layered — haunted poems, forgotten writers, and the fear of becoming one.

let it sit with you❤️‍🩹

PS :- tried something new today. It's not my usual style to left poetries to interpret for readers but today I did coz I want to know how many different types of meaning human brains can find out.

Plss share your thoughts in comment section.