Lajuk anjum

Joined April 2025

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Colour blind
I was born with a brush in my hand, Yet the world withheld its hues. The sky was a whisper of ash and bone, The grass a lullaby of greys. They told me of crimson sunsets, Of lavender fields in bloom, But I walked in a monochrome dream,
By Lajuk anjum8 months ago in Poets
HER INNOCENCE
She walked like silence in the dew, The hue of the morning, a silence of stars, Not knowing what the world could do— She bore her heart, unarmored through.
By Lajuk anjum8 months ago in Poets
Waited for him
In the land of Elarindor, where the skies sang at dawn and the moon whispered lullabies to the mountains, there stood a quiet village called Lirien's Hollow. It was a place brushed with magic—subtle, not loud. The trees seemed to listen. Dream voices were often carried by the wind. And in a small cottage by the river lived a girl named Alira.
By Lajuk anjum8 months ago in Fiction
The whispering shore
**The Whispering Shore** Far beyond the reach of maps and satellites, hidden behind veils of ocean mist and shifting stars, lay a beach that few had ever seen—and even fewer remembered. It was known in legend as the Whispering Shore, a place where the tide spoke in riddles, the breeze hummed lullabies, and wishes whispered into the seafoam came true. But only if they came from the heart.
By Lajuk anjum8 months ago in Fiction
Miss you
In English, we say: “I miss you.” But in poetry, we say: “I trace the shape of your absence in the spaces where your laughter used to linger,
By Lajuk anjum8 months ago in Poets
The Boy I admired
The Boy I Looked Up To In the village of Eldwyn, nestled in the valley where the stars kissed the mountains, lived a boy named Cael.
By Lajuk anjum8 months ago in Fiction
My self worth
I am not the echo of others’ praise, neither the shadows of passing days. I'm the one who teaches the flame to burn.
By Lajuk anjum9 months ago in Poets
The moon that waited for the stars
The realm of Aeloria, where the moons sang lullabies and the stars spoke predictions. Long ago, before time shaped the lands, two souls were bound by fate: Lysara, the Starborn Oracle, whose eyes shimmered with stardust, and Caelen, the Guardian of the Verdant Flame, whose heart beat in rhythm with the sacred forests.
By Lajuk anjum9 months ago in Fiction
Is that you soulmate?
There was a man who put a lot of faith in true love and decided to take his time waiting for the right girl. Although no one showed up, he was certain there would be someone special out there. His ex-girlfriend would come back from Vancouver every Christmas to find him.
By Lajuk anjum9 months ago in Fiction