I cradle a seed within my chest, 

A yearning dream that dares not rest. 

Each prayer I whisper, soft and true, 

Hopes it will bloom in skies of blue. 

 

"And though my seed hides out of sight, 

Your laughter breathes it back to life." 

 

Your laughter ignites my shadowed skies, 

A fleeting flame, a lover’s sigh. 

In every glance, a wordless plea, 

That you might one day cherish me. 

 

"In fleeting looks, hope dares to grow, 

A fragile dream the heart must sow." 

 

Your smile—a lantern in the dark, 

It guides me, yet it leaves its mark. 

Though shadows haunt where I must tread, 

Your light sustains the path I’ve led. 

 

"Though silence stretches vast and wide, 

Your glow becomes my silent guide." 

 

I hold the silence like a dove, 

Its wings etched with forbidden love. 

I pray its flight will one day show, 

That hearts can change and tides can flow. 

 

"Each stolen moment feeds the fire, 

A tender ache, a soul’s desire." 

 

The weight of longing, sharp and vast, 

Is tethered to a dream steadfast. 

Each step I take, I bridge the space, 

And strive to touch your fleeting grace. 

 

"And though this ache brings tears to me, 

Its paradox still sets me free." 

 

A paradox, this burning ache, 

That fuels the dreams my heart can’t shake. 

Each whispered wish, each fervent plea, 

Holds all the love you cannot see.

 

 

“Hope, in the context of one-sided love, becomes the quiet force that sustains the heart through its loneliness. It allows the soul to hold on to the possibility of something more, even when the reality doesn’t mirror those desires. This hope is not without its struggles; it exists alongside the beauty and pain of loving someone who may never return those feelings. Yet, this very contrast is what makes the love so profound—its beauty lies in the yearning, the silent devotion, and the purity of a love that asks for nothing in return. The heart, though bruised, is tenderized by the experience, and in that tenderness, it finds a new kind of strength. “

 

 

"This meadow blooms with beauty rare, 

Its thorns cut deep, its truths laid bare." 

 

Your touch—a fleeting breeze at dawn, 

I reach for it, and it is gone. 

A fire glimpsed through glass, it glows, 

Yet still the ache of distance grows. 

 

"Your touch, a fire both warm and cold, 

A treasure mine, yet never to hold." 

 

Invisible ink stains pages white, 

Confessions lost to endless night. 

Its beauty hides, a secret flame, 

A joy, a sorrow, and quiet shame. 

 

"My ink, unseen, still writes of you, 

Its whispers bold, its colors true." 

 

Your kindness cuts, a blade so sweet, 

It lifts me high, then leaves defeat. 

To have you near but not as mine, 

Is joy and torment intertwined. 

 

"Your kindness binds me to your light, 

A captive dream through endless night." 

 

The flowers bloom, their fragrance rare, 

I hold them close yet cannot share. 

Their beauty whispers, soft, unseen, 

A love that aches where thorns convene. 

 

"The rose I hold, its pain divine, 

Its thorns remind me you’re not mine." 

 

 

“The beauty and pain of one-sided love are inextricably tied to the deep ache of desiring someone who cannot return those feelings. This love, though unfulfilled, carries a quiet, heartbreaking beauty in its purity and depth, even as it pulls at the heart. Yet, with time, the soul learns that the yearning, while bittersweet, must give way to acceptance. I've come to understand that love, in its truest form, doesn’t demand reciprocation to exist; it simply is. In this acceptance, there is peace—an acknowledgment that while the heart may never be answered, it can still love without regret, finding grace in the act of loving itself.”

 

 

 

 

Yet still I walk this endless shore, 

Each wave a hymn, a heart’s encore. 

I’ve learned to love with no demand, 

And find my strength in where I stand. 

 

"The sea within no longer roars, 

Its calm now holds what love endures." 

 

I treasure now each fleeting glance, 

A spark of hope, a fragile dance. 

Each moment hums with quiet grace, 

Though miles may stretch this sacred space. 

 

"The fleeting stars are all I seek, 

Their light sustains the love I speak." 

 

This love has carved a path in me, 

A river flowing endlessly. 

Its currents guide but never bind, 

A gift of freedom intertwined. 

 

"The river flows where hearts must go, 

To nurture fields it may not know." 

 

Your silence taught me how to be, 

To love and ask for no decree. 

I let the dove of hope take flight, 

And find my peace in love’s own light. 

 

"The dove ascends to skies anew, 

Its wings alight with love’s pure hue." 

 

The weight I bore, I lay it low, 

Its roots now stretch where flowers grow. 

What once was pain now fades away, 

And love becomes a brighter day. 

 

"The thorns dissolve, the bloom stands free, 

A gift of love in serenity." 

 

The rose I held, I set it free, 

Its thorns no longer pierce for me. 

I see its beauty wild and pure, 

And smile—a heart that has endured. 

 

~Srijan