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Whispers Between Dawn and Dust
Sometimes life teaches us gently and not loudly. I wrote this poem on a quiet morning when the world hung between what had been done and what was only unfolding. It's about clinging to hope, letting go of the baggage we no longer bear, and learning to honour the frail beauty of now. And in that quiet space of calm, we discover that the small lessons are the deepest.
By Leyvel Writes4 months ago in Poets
Our Love Belongs to a Parallel Universe.
I used to believe love was bound to this world alone—to the narrow passage of time, the frail borders of memory, and the fragile lives we lead. But when you left, when the echo of your footsteps vanished into silence, I began to wonder if this world was truly the only stage where love could exist.
By Muhammad Ilyas4 months ago in Poets
The Poet’s Lighthouse
M Mehran On the edge of a jagged coastline, where waves clashed endlessly against weathered rocks, stood a lighthouse unlike any other. It wasn’t just a beacon for ships; it was a sanctuary for poets, a place where words were as vital as the wind, and silence was never empty.
By Muhammad Mehran5 months ago in Poets
Echoes of the Forgotten Verse
M Mehran In the heart of a city that never slept, where skyscrapers scraped the clouds and neon lights painted the night, there was a small, almost invisible alleyway. Tucked between a laundromat and a convenience store, a tiny shop called The Inked Lantern existed, a place where poets gathered to remember that words could matter more than anything else.
By Muhammad Mehran5 months ago in Poets
