MiracleWrites

The last meet

Eyes never lie,
It’s always the last touch..
That bends our knees,
It’s always the shock that makes us lean,
That we are never meeting with them.
Everybody comes to see the lifeless,
For giving last blessings for their journey ahead,
This thing never comes knocking on our doors..
It just enters, unannounced,
And takes away a voice we thought was forever.
Rooms remain the same,
But the air feels heavier,
Their laughter stuck somewhere..
Between the walls and our memory.
We try to recall the last words,
Replay the last smile,
Hold on to that final glance..
As if it could breathe again.
But silence answers now,
In ways we never understood before.
People say time heals,
But time only teaches..
How to live with a missing piece,
How to smile with a crack within.
And somewhere deep inside,
We don't keep waiting for them to return,
But for the heart to finally believe..
That they will never come back.

Lone wolf

How do I sit still in a room,
that doesn’t echo back my name..
Walls don’t argue, don’t interrupt,
they just stand there like strangers.
All my life, silence was snatched..
between someone calling out,
someone laughing too loud.
Now silence is mine, completely mine..
And I don’t know what to do with it.
Earning is survival, everybody said,
but it comes at a price of compromise.
but what good is a full wallet,
when the room is empty.
Sometimes I see my own reflection,
to proof that I exist somewhere.
I miss the accidental touches..
brushing past in narrow spaces,
And the weight of presence,
that never needed permission.
So I sit here, learning the language of quiet,
one unfinished sentence at a time.

My 11:11 wish

The human heart is strange,
it starts believing in little things.
like when someone says,
“throw a coin in the lake,
your wish will come true.”
And somehow, we listen.
In small rituals we hide our fears,
coins, locks, pieces of us
left behind in quiet places.
I have one such thing too..
The popular 11:11 wish,
I will never forget to close my eyes..
And wish for what my heart wants.
Maybe it doesn’t come true,
maybe nothing really changes..
but hope, it never breaks.
Every time the clock turns 11:11,
my heart quietly asks for something,
something only that moment understands,
something that no one else can give..

God and Me

God was never really close to me,
He only came near when life fell apart quietly.
Back then, with those tiny eyes and folded hands,
I asked for little things, and somehow,
He made the world bend to give them to me.
Wishes were simple, faith was innocent,
And miracles felt normal.
But now, with all this adulting,
My prayers sound more like demands,
Less like hope & more like expectations.
And he doesn’t grant them,
The same way he was doing anymore.
Instead, he breaks, he delays,
And pushes me into corners,
That I never thought I would survive.
It feels like punishment sometimes,
Like silence, like distance.
But he never counts my mistakes against me,
He just redraws my path again and again,
Even when I refuse to see it.
And in my darkest hours, when nothing makes sense,
He doesn’t give me what I asked for,
He becomes what I need..
A quiet light, standing beside my chaos.

Silent joys

Silent joys in life,
have always lived with siblings.
Not loud, not spoken..
just quietly stitched into everyday moments.

It has never been easy to express love to them,
Words fall short, or maybe pride stands tall.
But staying away from them,
that feels heavier than anything we never said.

People come and go like passing clouds..
But a sibling,
they always tend to stay..
especially when life forgets to be kind.

We have fought over the TV remote,
over the last piece of chicken on the plate,
over things that feel so small now,
yet meant everything then.

But the moment one of us breaks,
the other somehow becomes stronger.
like we were built that way,
to hold each other up without being asked.

Maybe that’s what silent joy is..
not perfect, not always gentle,
but always there..
in the kind of love that never really leaves.

Second Choice

Nobody likes being a second choice,
yet somehow, fate quietly labels us as one.
Some learn to compromise,
convincing themselves..
this is enough, this is happiness.
And some, rebel against it,
refusing to settle..
for half a place in someone’s life.
Some relationships break,
unable to carry that weight,
and some begin only because..
someone else couldn’t stay.
Being second, feels like a silent curse.
We were always told in our lives..
come first, never come second.
Because no one remembers,
the one who stood behind.
Yet we try, we give,
we put in all our efforts..
like we are someone’s first.
But still, somewhere along the way,
we are placed second..
without even being asked.
And maybe the truth is,
you can’t force yourself..
to be someone’s priority.
So one day, you stop standing in line,
you stop waiting to be chosen..
and you finally choose yourself,
for the first time against all.