She would go on counting her flaws,

while I was captivated by nothing but those dark eyes—

eyes that, with the faintest touch of sunlight,

shed their shadows and bloomed into amber.

 

I drift into thoughts of you, morning and night,

as if enchanted—these smiles, they are yours alone.

If only you could see yourself through my eyes,

you’d lose your heart in a single breath.

When our eyes meet,

you’ll feel yourself sinking so deep,

swept beyond the bounds of any shore.

And when you lay your hand upon my chest, my love,

you’ll feel the rhythm of every secret I hold for you.

 

In my hands, every glass is raised to the sound of your name.

You, my beloved, are like a book to me—

written with every answer I’ve ever longed for.

If anyone asks who you are,

I’d say, “Like roses in bloom.”

You fill my world with fragrance;

your touch breathes life into every corner of my being.

I wish for nothing more than to have you beside me,

turning my deepest dreams into reality.

 

In each prayer I whisper from my heart,

you’ll see your own reflection,

for every wish is yours.

And should you ask, with that smile of yours,

for this heart, this life—it is already yours.

What is this spell you’ve woven over me?

What is this sweet ache I feel within?

 

Yet, as time weaves its silent thread,

a shadowed truth begins to spread—

A love I’ve nurtured, deep and bright,

now dims beneath the morning light.

For dreams alone can never bind

a heart to one it cannot find;

and all my hopes, like petals, fall—

a whispered wish, a fragile call.

 

What once was fire, fierce and pure,

now fades to ache, a ghostly lure.

I stand apart, a silent gaze,

bound to you through endless haze—

A love unclaimed, a longing kept,

where every smile for you I wept.

My rose, my world, you bloom afar,

unreachable, a distant star.

 

Each day I bear a silent truth,

a thorn hidden in petals’ youth.

My heart spills words you’ll never hear,

a world unseen, yet held so near.

 

Your smile, your gaze—a fleeting fire,

so close, yet lost to fate’s desire.

A bridge too far, a line unspoken,

where I am bound, my heart left broken.

 

I watch you live a life apart,

another dream, another heart,

while I remain—a passerby,

an unclaimed love beneath the sky.

 

This ache, it grows, a shadowed tether,

a hope of worlds that might join together.

Yet, I raise my glass, alone I drink,

as echoes of your name I think.

 

If only you could drift away,

like whispered songs that fade with day.

Yet my heart clings, it won’t release,

a rose that blooms but gives no peace.

 

I stand beyond, with empty hands,

a silent soul in shadowed lands,

for all I hold, I cannot claim—

you are my rose, yet not my name.

 

So here I stay, in shadows cast,

a truth I wished would never last.

For you, my heart, are not my own,

and I am left to love alone.

 

Perhaps, if it stays, it’s love that lingers,

but if it fades, it’s a love story whispered through the years.

And if it never begins, they’ll simply call it poetry,

for I’ve become a poet in your name,

writing endlessly, passionately...

and it is all for you.

 

~Srijan