Not having met you
Never made me feel empty,
But having met you
Makes me feel weak,
Never made me feel empty,
But having met you
Makes me feel weak,
Not that I can't survive,
But it's a struggle of not wanting to,
A struggle of knowing
All that should be known,
And yet unable to
Hold back from the unknown,
A dying sense of urgency
Although there is none in the vicinity,
A profound feeling of having found
A feeling so intense
That it just couldn't be spent
Even after exhausting every cent.
it's beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThank you :)🌻
DeleteDeep poetry, great work✨
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DeleteNice 👏🏼 I didn't know you had this talent as well Fatema ! Keep Going 👌🏼
ReplyDeleteThis means so much!😊thanks a lot🌻
DeleteAmazing one di. Keep writing. ✌️
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot😊🌻
DeleteBeautifully penned :)
ReplyDeleteHey thank you :)
DeleteNice
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DeleteAppreciate your poetry depth
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DeleteYou have huge talented please Don’t waste it😂
ReplyDeleteLol, thank you✨
DeleteLikhna band kar diya kya ??
ReplyDeletehaan it has slowed down at the moment
DeleteLekin Kyu, tumhari poems se Shanti milti hai, sukoon milta hai padh ke. Relate kar paate hai khud ki takleef, marz ki tarah kaam karte hai tumhare shabd.
DeleteThank you very much✨🙌
Deletekya baat hai... like it re
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DeleteQuestion! Here, are you talking about women or general human behaviour?
ReplyDeleteWell, it's gender neutral. It's basically about someone's strong hold on you (the person reciting the poem).
DeleteIt’s written with a broken heart—once, two souls held each other tightly, and then, one left in silence… while the universe simply watched. Love walked away.
DeleteThere’s a strange beauty in the ache left behind—when someone departs, they leave a light glowing in your heart. A light so soft, it blinds you from reality. All that remains are words—echoes of what once was.
That one person, who once meant the world, becomes just a name. No one holds your hand the same way. No one remembers what you both did to each other—the love, the damage. What lingers is the endless wait to hear from them… just once more.
If you choose to hold someone, hold them completely. Make it work. Otherwise, don’t play with love. Love is fragile—and so is a person’s soul, their self-respect, their world.
For some, love is a blessing. But often, only one bears the weight of pain… while the other simply writes about it.
No one talks about healing. No one truly holds each other in real life anymore. Patience has vanished—and with it, so has everything else.
So please, don’t hold someone that tightly if you’re not willing to catch them when they fall. Because when they do, they’ll believe they have you. But they don’t. And false hope is the cruelest kind of love—both to others and to yourself.
Whoever you are, I wish you healing.
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