|| Everything We Never Said ||

 
To the souls once torn apart by timing and pride,
now stitched together by quiet glances and lingering heat—
break free.

We weren’t supposed to circle back,
not after all the silence,
not after I taught my heart to forget the sound of yours.
But here we are—
your mouth on mine,
bittersweet like the last drop of wine,
and suddenly the rules I lived by stopped mattering.

Your touch wasn’t just touch—
it was memory,
it was madness,
it was everything I buried rising in revolt.
You held me,
and I unraveled,
a wildfire dressed as a woman.

I thought I had moved on—
but you came back like rain that knows where it’s needed.
Cold, alive,
and so damn familiar.

We lost the spark, I said.
But one kiss—
and it lit every nerve like it never left.
I melted into you,
like water learning the shape of its home.

You—my chaos,
my comfort,
my closest almost.
To the world, we’re laughter and ease,
two souls who just... understand.

But in the quiet,
in the ache behind my ribs,
I am still waiting for you to see me.
All of me.
Not just the easy parts.
Not just when it’s convenient.

Still, I stay.
My half-loved heart willing to hold
your half-walked love.
No labels.
No promises.
But it’s ours—
in stolen touches,
in eyes that can’t lie,
in all the ways we feel like everything
we’re not allowed to name.

#MoonShines

|| Echoes of a Divine Goodbye ||

In silence, your absence screams,

A haunting echo in my quiet dreams.

My heart, once whole, is now torn apart,

Shattered shards of a foolish heart.

I beg the heavens, end this ache,

For love so fleeting still can break.

It gave me joy, it gave me peace,

And now I kneel, begging release.

My songs are sad, my sky turned grey,

My soul forgets the light of day.

And in the hollow of the night,

I crave your arms, your sacred light.

In selfish pride, I let you go,

But what I’ve lost, I’ll never know.

I thought I’d rise, I thought I’d shine,

But all I brought was pain — not mine.

When given joy, I chose the storm,

A heart unhealed, a love unborn.

Is sorrow now my only skin?

Or have I lost the life within?

I’ve faced my past, I’ve fought the fire,

But this love’s ghost won’t yet retire.

My eyes still weep for what once was,

A tender bond, a divine cause.

And though it wasn’t meant to stay,

Why does my heart still break each day?

The mind says, "Move," the heart replies,

"But in his gaze, I saw the skies."

For through his love, I met my Lord,

In him, my Krishna's soul was stored.

Now light has left, the colors bled,

And grief's dark ocean pulls me dead.

They say be friends, pretend you're whole,

But I have kissed his very soul.

To step back now, to smile, to fake —

Is more than this poor heart can take.

Yet still I sit with grief as guide,

No tears to hide, no hope to bide.

For in this war, the final cost

Was not just love — my spirit’s lost.

So let me mourn, let me be still,

Let sorrow break me if it will.

For in that love, though torn apart,

I lost not him — I lost my heart.

#moonshines

|| My Personal Heaven, My Personal Hell ||

In moments wrapped in quiet grace,

You held me close in love’s embrace.

The world grew still, its chaos hushed—

As if my window panes were brushed.

Our love, once patient, long restrained,

Broke free like wild, unspoken rain.

You kissed me then, the stars stood still—

My soul began to break and heal.

You lit the dark with just your gaze,

And set my frozen heart ablaze.

I wept and danced, a silent scream,

Caught somewhere deep inside a dream.

You chose my joy—your own denied,

And in that act, our truths collide.

Your arms, a place where demons cease,

A battlefield, yet a source of peace.

We never speak of what we feel,

Lest words make burning truths too real.

You are my angel, winged and wild,

And hellfire's kiss—both saint and child.

To love you is to lose control,

To want to worship, kill, console.

You’re soft and kind, you feed my soul,

Yet leave me fractured, never whole.

You read me like your sacred text,

Guess every move before the next.

You soothe my ache, my silent scream—

And haunt me in each broken dream.

This love is easy, pure and true,

But hell is loving only you.

And so I burn, I breathe, I dwell—

In heaven’s arms, through personal hell.

But still I stay inside that frame,

Where love once dared to speak my name.

Just living in that breathless air,

When we were whole—beyond repair.

#moonshines

|| The Witch Bleeds, The World Burns ||

Some days your heart just breaks in two,

No warning signs, no fucking clue.

You fall like stars, no wish to keep,

Just memories that crawl and weep.

A slideshow runs behind your eyes—

Of whispered truths and pretty lies.

You pause and ask, “Am I just sad?”

Or is this grief gone fucking mad?

Because deep within, you map the ache,

Each bruise, each thrill, each damn heartbreak.

The warmth of limbs once wrapped around,

Now echo like a ghostly sound.

The house you called a home has fled,

A metaphor now in your head.

And all you do is not break down,

Just wear your pain like a fucking crown.

You humble up, you face the jest,

You treat this life like some weird test—

Where irony meets punk-ass fate,

And dunderhead truths always show up late.

The job feels new, the buzz feels bright,

Until addiction says goodnight.

Then numbness knocks, and you just lie,

Howling truths into the sky.

One minute it’s hunger, the next it’s touch,

Cravings that don’t say much—

Because deep inside, you only yearn

For someone whose love won’t twist and turn.

No fucking façades, no damn disguise,

Just someone who sees your storm-lit skies.

But here you stand with arms outstretched,

At crossroads where your heart’s been etched.

You wonder—if love came knocking now,

Would you know it, or just disavow?

Would you see it through the bloody haze

Of PMS-fueled, soul-drenched days?

Because damn, periods mess you up—

The mind, the heart, the sacred cup.

And yet without that monthly sting,

You’d never feel everything.

So let the tears fall like rain,

Let curses echo with your pain.

You’re not broken, just deeply real—

A mystic who dares to fucking feel.

#moonshines 🌙