Years have passed, yet it keeps wandering from drawer to drawer—a letter. The words begin to blur, but their meaning cuts deeper across the worn edge...Read more
rethakeana

દᵕ̈૩ Writing is how my soul breathes—stitching wounds, longing, and love into words
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I admit it, he was the one most skilled at sending kites high into the sky, yet the first to give up when the wind fought back. He could climb tree...Read more
I'm trapped inside a moving box. I thought people would come and go. I thought it would carry me to the floor I was meant to reach. I thought I could ...Read more
Your garden is shaded. Flowers untouched by rain refuse to wither, growing in the heart of barren land, their buds still choosing to bloom. Your ship...Read more
A weary afternoon. A quiet hill. Beneath the shelter of generous leaves, fallen branches rest like crowns, while evening brushes its colors across the...Read more
One morning, I woke feeling empty and confused. You left the house you never bothered to name. Only then did I realize the sky above it had always bel...Read more
There is something magical about finally reaching the last page. You wonder what might have happened had you chosen differently. Where has the wind ca...Read more
It seems even the moon knows envy. How fortunate, it thinks, to be a creature of Earth. to yawn, to close your eyes, to surrender, to sleep. While ...Read more
Laugh at my misfortune. I stand before a massive painting, watching how absurdly my brush has chosen its shapes. Sometimes the colors run out. Sometim...Read more
Stopping people whenever it pleases, three lights taking turns while everyone rushes ahead. It isn't the impatient horns that matter. It's the questi...Read more
My house smells of dust. Everything worn lies unswept. The forgotten corner remains untouched, wrapped in the cloth of neglect. My house smells of su...Read more
When I say love, you are my poetry. I cherish you from the very first draft, written with my favorite pen. Dear to my heart, close inside my pocket, l...Read more
The creaking door sounds like a cry left unanswered. Traffic rushes by like flies swarming the morning, every engine competing to be heard. A cat dar...Read more
Get used to being carried everywhere. Sunlight and rain are both your companions. Sometimes you'll be forgotten. Sometimes you'll become the one every...Read more
Your hands are warm, while I shiver in cold and snow. Your cheeks blush crimson. Pull me close like a magnet. Melt me into your embrace.
Suppose fate misplaced us, you and I, both miserable, holding on, yet never close enough to become each other's pulse. Young, foolish, and unbearably...Read more
I am whatever you say I am. A hot air balloon longing to reach the stars, even knowing it never will. A stone resting by the shore, destined to weathe...Read more
I want to be the rainbow to leave a lasting impression on everyone who looks my way. To become the kind of colors people long to capture, the kind of ...Read more
in this lifeless room, without the help of machines, please keep breathing hope.