“I still write poems about you, when I know you never write about me.”

People are in control of their choices and sad to say we are not chosen.

It’s good to be loved without being left Behind.

There are some things that are meant to have and not just meant to keep.

Books and poetries. These are things I have always loved to write and share with you.

In my poems we made memories.

She, three single lettered word yet still, my heart’s deepest wound.

Her heart is like poetry a modern poetry only understood by some and accepted by few.

She is still healing in a quiet way.

In his eyes she was both poetry and prose.

Her eyes made me feel better.

I’m a poet, a sad poet, who wrote about her, always and forever.

The quiet hearts speaks the loudest prayer, hoping someone would hear.

Some of the magical moments in our life are from the smallest moments.

There were things that he wanted to write on paper, about everything he couldn’t tell her.

Sometimes, we express our words through writing, even though it needs to be spoken.

Losing her was plenty.

A poet is the most beautiful poem, never read out loud by anyone.

Sometimes I write quickly, sometimes I spend several weeks on a single poem. I would really love for readers not to be able to guess which of the poems took so much work!

You deserve the love that stays with you like the childhood poem you still remember by heart.

Poem is a phoenix, whose wings are painted in the colors of nostalgia.

I want to write happy poems on new years. But grief doesn’t have timelines, and it refuses to let go of me.

I wrote many poems about her and held her so close to my heart that she did not even knew a place there.

If this was my last poem I’d dedicate it to myself.

Poems are a nice way of saying fuck you.