Architect by degree, designer by profession and writer as a hobby.
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I know… You don’t recall my name, Or the gifts I once gave you — I understand. But tell me, Did my presence ever feel like home to you? If yes… then you do know me. The world may know me by a name, But do you still recognize The voice of my heart — The one that once spoke only to you?
I asked the birds the direction of love, They pointed where the sun first bleeds. “Follow the drum within your chest,” They whispered through the reeds. But even stars can lose their place, And petals break in bloom— So tell me, can I walk away from spring, with autumn in my womb?
She once danced in golden light, A child so free, so pure, so bright. But burdens heavy, shadows deep, Stole the laughter she could keep. No longer does her spirit soar, A silent choice—she smiles no more. Once a droplet, soft and true, Now an ocean, lost from view. Hidden deep beneath the ground, Echoes whisper, yet make no sound. She was light, she was divine— Now the waves no longer shine.
Every morning, I practice not loving you Every evening, I fail spectacularly Daaniyal