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Patience

by Subhajit

If I could wear patience

like a coat in winter,

maybe the cold would stop

cutting through my skin.

They once said —

"wait, all good things bloom in silence."

But silence

has teeth.

And I've bled enough waiting.

I sit by the window.

The night sky doesn’t blink.

No stars. Just

a wide black hush

like the answer I never got.

Patiently, I see your eyes—

they remind me of

these dark skies at night.

I close my eyes,

not to sleep,

but to relive:

your touch,

your vow,

your leaving.

Still I wait.

Not strong, not wise,

just a fool

with nothing left

but patience

and the echo of

you.

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Silence

by Subhajit

I remember—

your voice was once

the only sound

I needed to stay whole.

Now, there's nothing

but this quiet.

My room,

its corners stretch

like faded coastlines

of a sea that never ends.

The dark settles in

without warning.

Still remember those nights

I asked,

"Will you ever leave me?"

And you never spoke—

your silence

said more than I wanted to know.

Screens dim.

The world turns grey.

And in that soft collapse

between twilight and sleep,

your memory stirs.

If I stay still enough,

I hear you—

not in echoes,

but in the hush

you left behind.

You became

what never speaks,

but always stays.

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Silence

by Subhajit

I remember—

your voice was once

the only sound

I needed to stay whole.

Now, there's nothing

but this quiet.

My room,

its corners stretch

like faded coastlines

of a sea that never ends.

The dark settles in

without warning.

Still remember those nights

I asked,

"Will you ever leave me?"

And you never spoke—

your silence

said more than I wanted to know.

Screens dim.

The world turns grey.

And in that soft collapse

between twilight and sleep,

your memory stirs.

If I stay still enough,

I hear you—

not in echoes,

but in the hush

you left behind.

You became

what never speaks,

but always stays.

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Time

If only I had courage to confront the time,

I'd return to the quiet of those nights—

when your silence was music.

Your eyes,

a still Milky Way,

stored all that we could not speak.

We were not meant to last,

but if I were to script the end,

I'd stay the hand

before goodbye ever heard our names.

To lose you—

I'll never understand the definition of loneliness,

just the sting

of falling into a silence with no end.

And still,

in each passing hour that forgets itself,

I would make you mine

again.

Subhajit_

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If Only My Soul Can Speak

If only my soul can speak,

it would whisper — don’t go.

Not because we were meant to stay,

but because you were something

I still carry.

If I could say it once —

I hid the truth

not to betray,

but to protect you

from the weight I couldn’t share.

Now I live as a prisoner

inside the memories we left behind.

We forgot how to talk.

Silence speaks more than we ever did.

If only my soul can speak,

it wouldn’t beg —

just ask you to leave

gently,

before what’s left of me

fades too.

Subhajit_

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If Only My Soul Can Speak

If only my soul can speak,

it would whisper — don’t go.

Not because we were meant to stay,

but because you were something

I still carry.

If I could say it once —

I hid the truth

not to betray,

but to protect you

from the weight I couldn’t share.

Now I live as a prisoner

inside the memories we left behind.

We forgot how to talk.

Silence speaks more than we ever did.

If only my soul can speak,

it wouldn’t beg —

just ask you to leave

gently,

before what’s left of me

fades too.

Subhajit_

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If Only My Soul Can Speak

If only my soul can speak,

it would whisper — don’t go.

Not because we were meant to stay,

but because you were something

I still carry.

If I could say it once —

I hid the truth

not to betray,

but to protect you

from the weight I couldn’t share.

Now I live as a prisoner

inside the memories we left behind.

We forgot how to talk.

Silence speaks more than we ever did.

If only my soul can speak,

it wouldn’t beg —

just ask you to leave

gently,

before what’s left of me

fades too.

Subhajit_

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Escape

I want to escape—

not from the world,

but from the version of it that forgets how to feel.

To a place

where happiness is not borrowed,

where sorrow has no shape,

and loneliness is a myth we unlearn.

No one leaves.

No one is lost.

The stars do not die in silence—

Vega and Altair never part.

They meet, always.

Without waiting for seventh nights or folded prayers.

Where we can keep our promises beneath their light,

and they do not fade,

not even with time.

In this world,

you are not a memory walking beside me—

you are here.

Unhidden.

Unquestioned.

Mine.

Here,

words are not weighed by how clean their spelling is,

or how soft they land.

They are felt.

And that is enough.

Wealth is no measure of worth.

A man is not a figure on paper,

but the way he holds someone’s fear

and doesn’t let it fall.

Come—

not because you need to,

but because you want to.

Let’s call this place

home.

Let’s escape.

Together.

Subhajit_

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Grief

Do you—

not with me anymore—

see how I walk these streets alone,

where sugar forgets how to taste?

In a city of hollow faces,

where smiles are masks

just as empty

as I am.

I drown in the source of memories,

each one watching,

flickering faintly—

refusing to fade.

As darkness swallows me,

the Angel of Death stands silent,

wearing a smile—

not cruel,

but as if he knows

I still have miles to ache.

Subhajit_

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You Are Here, In My Lines

You are not gone—

You still remain,

With me in verses,

In every quiet refrain.

My life without you is emptiness,

A silence I cannot outrun,

So I pour my heart on paper,

Until the hurting comes undone.

Here you are, forever young,

You have not aged, nor lost your grace,

Your soul unbroken by the years,

Your mind untouched by time or place.

As ink fades soft on aging page,

Still I write you, line by line—

No betrayal stains these stanzas,

No farewell in any sign.

You're here where love can't fracture,

Where memory holds no pain,

Where every poem I write of you

Brings you back again.

So stay—

Not just in thought,

But in this sacred space with me,

In my lines,

In my poetry.

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Return

If I could ask you just one thing,

I’d ask you to return —

Not as a shadow from my past,

But as the fire for which I still burn.

Return my love, piece by piece,

From the silence where it hides.

Bring back the nights we once believed,

And the stars we walked beside.

Return the moments you once touched,

The days we built like sacred songs.

Remember the times I kissed your soul —

Return those secrets, lost too long.

There was a time — I was a king,

In the kingdom of your eyes.

Now I drown in nameless grief,

Beneath these hollow skies.

Each night, I bleed into the dark,

A prisoner of what used to be.

And still, I whisper through the void:

Return my love back to me.

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Someday, Maybe

I hope someday, you and I

can write poems that no one buys —

not for fame or flashing lights,

but for silent souls on sleepless nights.

Words that sit like autumn leaves,

On hearts that ache, on hearts that breathe.

Maybe no one reads them loud,

But they’ll still float beneath the cloud.

We’ll stitch each line with thread of pain,

With hope, like sunlight after rain.

No book, no name, no printed fame —

Just two hearts playing a quiet game.

And if someday someone finds our rhyme,

In a lonely hour, lost in time,

I hope they whisper through a smile:

"I don’t know them…

…but they knew me for a while."

Subhajit _

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