-# This poem is a romantic ode celebrating eternal love and devotion, where the beloved, Rosalie, is symbolized as a sacred rose. It explores themes of beauty, passion, vulnerability, and the unbreakable bond shared between two souls.

Soft winds whisper o’er your silken cheek,
A tender veil where love’s mystique does speak.
Rosalie, bind me close in starlit night,
Your gentle heart, my crown of radiant light.

In kindness blooms a butterfly’s soft grace,
A floral love no thorn could e’er displace.
Within my world, I guard my rose divine,
Your essence wraps where fervent dreams align.

Your whispered bloom, an art of heart’s design,
Ignites the embers of this soul of mine.
Your touch, a thunder through the tempest’s rain,
A vivid hue where passion’s sparks remain.

Gaze in my eyes, my hands in yours entwine,
A ring of eternity, your rose is mine.
A lake of gardens mirrors love’s pure flame,
Where only birds ascend to sing your name.

My Rosalie, a rose of sacred fire,
Your fragile beauty stirs my soul’s desire.
Though thorns may wound the hands that dare to hold,
Your ring of light will never lose its gold.

In petals red, our spirits softly blend,
A cycle bound where love shall never end.
This ring, my rose, a vow that time will keep,
Its sacred bloom lulls every fear to sleep.

You are the rose that crowns my heart’s estate,
A flame, a bloom, where destiny and fate
Entwine in silence, fierce and ever true—
My Rosalie, this ring belongs to you.

Though beauty’s thorns may pierce with tender pain,
I’ll guard your light through storm and gentle rain.
For you, my rose, I pledge with every care,
Though wounds may mark the hands that boldly dare.

— Rachit

• This poem is about love that faded, someone who changed, silence that hurts more than words, and a relationship that once felt cosmic but now feels alien. It’s soft, sad, and poetic—like writing a letter to someone you used to know.

Moon is mine,
but tonight, the moon is blushing—
perhaps she saw her eyes
in the sky’s reflection.

I know you care,
though your silence wears it like perfume.
You used to be tulip,
bright, delicate, full of spring.

Now—a black rose?
Still beautiful, but hiding thorns.

Pick a petal.
“Love me... love me not...”
Each fall whispers doubt,
and still—bro is finding ring,
but he's not so caring.

We were once written in stars,
now we're just ajnabi,
strangers to our own story.

I followed the whispers of your heart,
Trusting each step, though the road was dim.
A flicker of hope would spark in the dark,
And I chased it, believing it was meant for me.

But there, in the moonlight’s gentle glow,
You danced with another, your smile so free.
Was it my fate to crumble, to bend,
For a piece of the love you gave so easily?

The path I walked was heavy with dreams,
Threaded with promises that frayed like glass.
Have you ever paused to see my soul,
To feel the weight of the love I cast?

Does his touch hold the weight of my nights?
The ache, the hope, the endless try?
I’m turning back to my own quiet night,
To find the light that’s truly mine.

Don’t speak soft words you don’t mean,
Your heart’s too still, your gaze too clear.
I’ll carry my sorrow, but I’ll walk free,
For your eyes, they stayed dry—no trace of a tear.

On the afternoon of April 18, 2025, at approximately 3:00 PM (JUST NOW BRO), I encountered a striking episode of hypnagogic sleep paralysis, likely triggered by my irregular sleep schedule. As I attempted to nap, I found myself in a peculiar state of partial consciousness, unable to move my head or body despite being mentally alert. My eyes darted rapidly from side to side, and I experienced a surreal sensation akin to being inside a computer, with fragmented glimpses of my thoughts and memories.

Vivid hallucinations unfolded before me: text-like fragments of my name, age, and snippets of humorous memories flashed in my mind’s eye, prompting an involuntary urge to laugh. The experience was accompanied by a cacophony of sounds—echoes of past memories interwoven with faint noises from my surroundings. Though I could control my hands and legs to some extent, my head felt heavy and unresponsive. After several minutes, I managed to use my hands to lift my head, gradually breaking free from the paralysis. As I regained control, the sensation of returning to reality was profound, as if I had been momentarily detached from the world.

This unsettling yet fascinating episode, lasting approximately 5 to 10 minutes, underscored the impact of my disrupted sleep patterns. It served as a vivid reminder of the mind’s complex interplay between wakefulness and sleep, leaving me both intrigued and motivated to prioritize better sleep hygiene.

• [Verse 1 – You]

  I love you, darling…
  I love you, darling…
  Maybe it was fate, the stars wrote your name in my skies
  The way you shine… the way I steal you
  Like a magpie in your garden, drawn to your fire
  You're my star, my gravity, my secret desire

• [Duet Entry – Partner’s Echo]

  I saw you coming, like a spark in the night
  Didn’t know love could hit me this right
  You found me hiding behind my fears
  Now you’re the song I’ve waited years to hear

• [Chorus – Together]

  I love you, darling
  You’re the whisper in my silence
  I love you, darling
  You’re the calm in my riot
  Can’t help this feeling, I’m caught in your light
  Hold me forever or hold me tonight

• [Verse 2 – You: Slow Rap]

  It’s not just love, it’s your shining eyes
  Sweet lips like lullabies
  I lose my mind, no alibi
  I want you now—can’t let this slide
  Please be mine or I’ll find you, darling
  (Inhaling…)
  Itna pyaar kyun karte ho tum mujhse...
  Itni badi duniya mein main hi dikhi kya tumhe?
  Huh?
  Huh?
  Huh...?

• [Partner – Soft Whisper Rap / Spoken]

  You call it love, I call it fate
  You call me home when I lose my way
  In your voice, I find my grace
  You’re the echo I always chase

• [Bridge – You + Partner, Call & Response]

  You say maybe I’m mad…
  But I’ve always been yours
  Maybe you’re the reason…
  I opened these doors
  Magpie, starstruck…
  I see you, I want you, I trust you now

• [Final Chorus – Harmonized]

  I love you, darling
  Even when I’m silent
  You shine in my darkness
  Forever’s our island...

It’s not just an incomplete chapter,
Not simply a tale without end—
It’s the ache of a silence that lingers,
The longing that time doesn’t mend.

I wrote it from a place of love,
With ink made of hope and fire,
But somewhere, the pen turned brittle—
Snapped beneath unseen desire.

The plot never followed a path,
No hero, no arc, no resolve—
Just memories pressed between pages,
Too heavy for me to evolve.

So now I stand with the match in hand,
Not in rage, but in release—
Letting go not out of fury,
But in search of quiet peace.

Each flame a whispered farewell
To the versions of me I outgrew,
A requiem sung in embers
For the things I once thought true.

This isn’t the end of a story,
It’s the start of something untold—
Sometimes, the truest freedom
Is setting the story cold.

Better to let a single sorrow shatter the heart today than endure the fracture of a thousand fragile tomorrows.

In my dream, I found myself as a ten-year-old child, newly admitted to a small, impoverished school in a rural village. The school consisted of just three or four modest classrooms, with a separate, slightly larger room serving as the administrative office. The atmosphere was simple yet carried an air of unfamiliarity, making me feel like an outsider in this new environment.

As I entered the classroom, my presence seemed to immediately catch the attention of a girl who was the class monitor. She had an expressive face, and from the moment I arrived, she kept staring at me, her gaze filled with curiosity and a mix of emotions I couldn’t quite decipher. Her expressions ranged from playful to inquisitive, as if she were trying to understand me or communicate something beyond words. Soon after, she approached my desk and, without hesitation, sat down beside me. Her piercing yet innocent stare remained fixed on me, creating an inexplicable connection between us.

When the school day ended, she unexpectedly grabbed my hand. I, being a silent, traumatized boy, did not resist. She held onto me tightly, pulling me along as if I were a possession rather than a companion. Without speaking much, she took me on a tour of the school, guiding me through the simple corridors and the bare grounds before leading me out into the village marketplace. It was a modest market, bustling with locals, filled with the scent of fresh produce and street food, but my attention remained fixed on her.

However, her behavior took an unpredictable turn—she began treating me roughly, hitting and kicking me playfully yet forcefully on my back. Though her actions should have hurt or upset me, I found myself strangely captivated by her. Her sweet voice and endearing mannerisms contrasted sharply with her aggressive playfulness.

• EP02 | https://discord.com/channels/1062427177326497863/1355783724800675981

With time, as we talk more, we become unfiltered, seeing each other as routine rather than rare. But in that comfort, we forget respect. Lately, every small mistake turns into a long argument, like we’re searching for reasons to fight instead of understand. It feels less like friendship, more like opposition. And the worst part? No one looks back to learn from it.

I don’t need anger to speak my truth—I’ve always been direct. I’ve tried to express myself, to ask for change, but if our bond is weak, why would my words hold weight? If silence is what you prefer now, fine. This time, I’m choosing to move on.

At one point, she bought two ice creams, one for herself and, presumably, the other for me. But instead of offering it to me, she simply handed it over for me to hold while she enjoyed her own. I stood there, silently complying, unsure of what to expect. Once she finished her first ice cream, she took the second one from my hand and began eating it herself. I understood instinctively that if I had dared to take even a single bite, she might have reacted with extreme anger. Despite her assertive dominance, I continued watching her, mesmerized by her presence, unable to protest or resist.

Eventually, our journey led us to a building with multiple floors. She guided me to the top floor, where a religious ceremony was taking place. The golden hues of the setting sun cast a warm glow over the scene, adding to the surreal beauty of the moment. She gently led me to a seat, allowing me to watch the rituals unfold. At that moment, her demeanor changed—she rested her head on my chest and held my hands tightly, as though afraid to let go. The warmth of her touch and the way she clung to me felt different from the earlier roughness; it was as if she found solace in my presence.

Yet, despite this sudden shift in her behavior, an impulse overtook me—I wanted to escape. I longed to move closer to the ceremony, to witness it without being bound to her. Gathering my courage, I broke free from her grip and ran toward the sacred rituals. As soon as I did, my dream abruptly ended, leaving me with lingering questions about the meaning of this strange yet profound experience.

• EP01 | https://discord.com/channels/1062427177326497863/1355783587617706116

Sadness cultivates drama, weaving intricate narratives from the threads of emotion.

If your heart seeks a cause to cherish another,
True love’s gentle flame may quietly smother.
For love, unbound, needs no reason to bloom,
A selfless dance in passion’s sweet plume.

I wish I could explain why I chose you, even though I always knew we might never meet. You are the one person in my life whom I truly trusted, the only one with whom I shared my comfort zone and my deepest thoughts.

Perhaps this is the end—maybe, I don't know. But I can feel that we are no longer as comfortable with each other as we once were. I have always known that no one could take my place in your life, that you may not remain single forever, but I also believed you would never betray me.

I have accepted that I may never have your love, but the way I am consumed by my feelings for you is beyond words. No matter what happens, my tears have always been for you—whether in joy or sorrow. And in the end, my last smile will always be for you.

"Wherever I tread, ruin follows swift; might a partner’s aid my fate uplift, and rewrite the decree of my dominion?"

She spoke of ambitions, of a path she had long envisioned, one that did not weave into mine. I mistook shared moments for shared destinies, believing I was a part of the journey when, in truth, I was merely a spectator.

Perhaps my greatest misstep was not in loving, but in assuming love was a destination rather than a fleeting stop along her way. While I built dreams with her at the center, she was already chasing ones where I was never meant to belong.

In the end, it was not betrayal, nor even loss—only a quiet realization that some hearts beat to different rhythms, and some roads were never meant to cross for long.

I was happy and carefree when she loved me back. But now, I don’t know if staying silent and watching the one I love be with someone else is a sign of true love or slow self-destruction.

The only thing we ever truly wished for was each other’s happiness. So, I let her go—I gave up for her smile. Or maybe, in reality, she just left and never cared about what made me happy. Because the only thing that ever did… was her.

Now, her presence is just an illusion, a lingering shadow in my mind. And even though I try to move on, there’s still an emptiness inside me. She used to heal it just by resting her head on my chest, by letting me gently pat her head like she was my whole world.

Maybe it’s just a foolish past, but right now, I can’t help but feel like something is missing. I want my smile back… or maybe I don’t even deserve it. How lucky is the one who didn’t have to love her as much as I did? I loved her like a child cherishing a brand-new pencil box—pure, innocent, and wholeheartedly.

Overthinking fades when joy finds root in moments shared, yet festers in voids we seek to flee—not boredom’s ghost, but fear’s shadow: the dread of losing what we clutch too tightly. Attachment, a solitary flame yearning for reciprocity’s warmth, flickers where love’s echo goes unanswered.

"The past is our teacher, with lessons so wise,
The present brings joy—life in its highs.
But to rise and to grow, take future in sight,
Dream, plan, and chase it with all of your might."

Love is all about deep care towards someone spacial more than anything, if you care you love and if you don't care... you don't love
Isn't it true?

• Love without care is like a body without a heartbeat—lifeless. When you truly love someone, their well-being becomes your priority.

I was waiting for a sprite of life,
Someone to be forever by my side.
If I had just one wish to make,
I'd ask for her love, pure and wide.

A melody of time, a ticking clock,
Echoed in the silence, a steady beat.
My heart grew worried, fear took hold,
As if alone in an ocean, lost and weak.

In dreams, she held my hand, kissed my cheek,
Her touch a balm, yet pain still lingered.
Behind her, a bright light hid in shadows,
A secret waiting to be uncovered.

The ticking clock, a signal in the night,
A whisper of fear, a dream's disguise.
Was it real, or just a sleep-induced sight?
A soul's worry, or a heart's sweet lies?

Awake, the melody still whispered low,
The brightness hid a spreading dark despair.
A fear of loss, a love that wouldn't let go,
Her eyes held truths she couldn't bear.

If you're listening, my only wish is clear,
Your smile, forever, is all I hold dear.

Though paths and dreams may shift and change,
Love remains, a constant, steadfast flame.

A spark ignites as you take the stage,
Nature trembles, sensing change.
Your gaze—fierce yet tender, bright—
Unravels shadows, floods with light.

I step forward; flesh dissolves,
Spirit soars, the wind evolves.
Drawn by your radiant hue,
I rise as gravity bids adieu.

Lips meet—colors shatter wide,
A portal where wild dreams reside.
"Come," you whisper, daring me near,
To realms beyond the veil of fear.

I can’t find even a bit of him in anyone I see.

This is a world of love, desire and beauty.
Actually, no.
This world was his,
And I was living in it.

Call me pathetic,
I’ve been looking long enough.
Call me poetic,
Because writing ‘bout him doesn’t seem tough.

Sunsets seem like they miss,
What the earth looked like, him by my side.
A perfect night, hug and maybe kiss,
He stood by me as the tide.

Calligraphy in his pocket,
I think I’ve reached the limit.
The warmth in wearing his jacket,
And the way in my heart, he was lit.

Maybe I was on a luck spree
Because how else could I have seen,
This beautiful mess in here
And whatever it is,
We could have been.

Silence in every letter from then on,
God knows I didn’t expect a reply.
Give me a sign that he’s here with me
A cry, smile, or even a sigh.

And
This must be what missing him feels like.

In delicate haze, a single thought unwinds,
Drunk on memories, the heart rebinds.
Lost in loops of softened ache,
A fragile truth the night will wake.

I bore the weight, I took the pain,
The grind, the fight, all seemed my gain.
I paid my time to slip through doors,
To fit in ranks, to reach for more.

But victory stole my grip on me—
I lost the time, my aim, my plea.
Forgot the bills, the tax, the dues,
In chasing dreams, I missed the clues.

Now bound by debt, in fog I roam,
With no way back, so far from home.
I’d cry on life’s own shoulder bare,
For showing paths I failed to care.

Yet thanks to you, who stayed each day,
My hope, my guide, who showed the way.
I want to change—one chance to be,
The one you saw and believed in me.