Netcafe

 I stand where shadows clutch the fading light, Where whispers of yesterday drift in the night. The air is heavy, thick with silent despair, And every heartbeat trembles in the empty air. My hands, once steady, now shake with fear, Grasping at echoes that refuse to appear. The world seems a canvas of broken dreams, A river of sorrow with relentless streams. Yet, beneath the rubble, a spark still glows, A fragile ember where the cold wind blows. Though the night presses hard, unyielding and long, It hums a soft, defiant, trembling song. Hope—so slight, yet stubbornly alive, Clings to the corners where the shadows thrive. It flickers like a candle in a storm, A quiet promise, a gentle form. I recall the warmth of mornings past, Moments I thought would always last. The laughter, the touch, the fleeting grace, The light that once danced upon my face. Even at the verge, where death seems near, Hope whispers softly, calm and clear: “Do not yield to the endless night, There is a dawn beyo...

 A tremor stirs beneath my skin, A world unknown about to begin. Eyes meet eyes, a fleeting spark, A trembling light within the dark. Whispers soft, a nervous laugh, Time dissolves, it slips in half. Hands explore a tender space, Curiosity etched on every face. The heart pounds like distant drums, A rhythm new, where courage hums. Fingers brush, a hesitant glide, A river opens, no need to hide. Moments stretch, then fold again, A fragile blend of thrill and pain. Innocence wavers, shy and sweet, A private storm where two souls meet. Breath catches, warm and near, Every heartbeat is loud and clear. Eyes close to savor the unknown, A fragile seed of love is sown. Laughter dances, tinged with fear, Yet comfort blooms when someone’s near. A shared secret, gentle and shy, A first taste of wings to fly. Shadows mingle with morning light, A tender ache from the night’s flight. Soft confessions, whispered low, A story only hearts could know. Memories carved in fleeting fire, A quiet pulse ...

 I remember the shy glances, The way your laughter lit the air, A spark that danced in stolen moments, A warmth I found nowhere else to share. The world seemed small and infinite, Whenever our paths would meet, Your hand brushed mine, electric and trembling, A rhythm my heart could not defeat. We spoke in whispers, secret and tender, Stories spun in a language of two, Each glance, each smile, a promise unspoken, A universe born where only we knew. The first time our fingers entwined, Time paused, held us suspended, Every heartbeat, every breath, A song of innocence and wonder, unended. I recall the summer sunsets, Painting the sky in amber and rose, We walked barefoot on the grass, Tracing dreams only childhood knows. Your eyes, deep pools of curiosity, Mirrored the world I longed to see, Through your gaze, I learned of magic, And of love’s first, sweet gravity. Seasons changed, as they always do, But the echo of you lingered still, A soft imprint on my memory, A gentle ache I coul...

 In the hush of dawn, when the world still sleeps, A whisper of light through the forest creeps. The dew on leaves, a delicate lace, Each droplet a jewel, a soft embrace. The river hums a gentle tune, Reflecting silver beneath the moon. Rocks stand tall like guardians old, Silent watchers of stories untold. A bird takes flight, wings stretched wide, Riding the currents where dreams reside. Its song cuts through the morning mist, A melody too perfect to resist. A child laughs, and the world ignites, Breaking the shadows of darkest nights. Eyes wide with wonder, tiny hands explore, The miracle of life at every door. In every heartbeat, every breath we take, Miracles rise in the choices we make. A smile shared, a hand held tight, Turning the mundane into radiant light. The wind whispers through the golden trees, Carrying secrets on a playful breeze. Flowers bloom in colors so rare, Perfuming the earth with tender care. Even in sorrow, miracles appear, A gentle comfort, a listening ear...

 A rose unfolds with morning light, Petals soft, a pure delight. Its fragrance drifts on gentle air, Whispering beauty everywhere. Thorns may guard its tender bloom, Yet in its heart, there’s no room For anything but love and grace, A fleeting smile time can’t erase.