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(ᴘʀᴏꜰ).ᴄᴀ.ꜱᴜᴅɪᴘᴛᴀ ꜱᴀʜᴀ retweeted
I turned into Ashes
Drifting in the wind, A fragile she'll of what once had been, the flames of life consume me whole.
Leaving behind a soul.. As the ashes settle, the phoenix files .. Transformed & reborn as new .
( I wrote this in year 2023 )
#WritewithJyoti
(ᴘʀᴏꜰ).ᴄᴀ.ꜱᴜᴅɪᴘᴛᴀ ꜱᴀʜᴀ retweeted
When the world goes cold around me
Just wrap me.
Wrap me, My love
Don't ask me to explain my silence
Hold me like a beautiful secret in your arms where I find everything.
Let me rest on your chest.
Listening to that beautiful beats of drum.
I don't want anything..just you.
All my heart is asking to be held without reason & get wrapped in that endless love.
#WritewithJyoti
(ᴘʀᴏꜰ).ᴄᴀ.ꜱᴜᴅɪᴘᴛᴀ ꜱᴀʜᴀ retweeted
As long as
My heart beats,
As long as the
I can smell,
Touch and
Feel.
As long as I can hold
A pen,
As long as I can write
For you.
As long as the words
"I Iove you"
Live.
I will never let you go.♥️
-Priyambana ✨
(ᴘʀᴏꜰ).ᴄᴀ.ꜱᴜᴅɪᴘᴛᴀ ꜱᴀʜᴀ retweeted
The Saturn Between Us 🪐
A ring of silence, a sky of pain,
that test & teaches us to live in rain.
Longing in a restless heart, distance to two souls that care.
Perhaps it doesn't come to break us,
But to tell our love to stand,
And make us stronger than we planned.
Jyoti 🧚♀️
(ᴘʀᴏꜰ).ᴄᴀ.ꜱᴜᴅɪᴘᴛᴀ ꜱᴀʜᴀ retweeted
Morning's Call
Through the curtains
sunrays falls upon my face,
calling me to wake up
and embrace the day
with a smile
and a morning prayer.
-Priyambana ✨
#GodMorningSunday 🪷🌷✨🌞
(ᴘʀᴏꜰ).ᴄᴀ.ꜱᴜᴅɪᴘᴛᴀ ꜱᴀʜᴀ retweeted
Detrás de las letras me fuí, porque son ellas quien me hablan de ti.
(ᴘʀᴏꜰ).ᴄᴀ.ꜱᴜᴅɪᴘᴛᴀ ꜱᴀʜᴀ retweeted
Feminine energy is very dark. I'm not sure where the love and light came from.
The Divine Feminine is the darkness of the womb, the mystery of the moon, the silence before creation.
Divine feminine is like
" Respect me or be destroyed "
#WritewithJyoti
(ᴘʀᴏꜰ).ᴄᴀ.ꜱᴜᴅɪᴘᴛᴀ ꜱᴀʜᴀ retweeted
The Silence Left Behind
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Some loves don't end with goodbye.
They choke on words
until silence becomes the only language left.
There was so much to say,
So much to feel,
To give ,
And to share,
but somewhere between
what we felt
and what we could not explain,
the voice disappeared.
The heart kept calling,
softly at first,
then only in dreams,
until even the dreams
learned to whisper.
Some love is not lost.
It simply gets trapped
behind the ribs,
where apologies never reach
and longing has no sound.
#WritewithJyoti
#Sad
(ᴘʀᴏꜰ).ᴄᴀ.ꜱᴜᴅɪᴘᴛᴀ ꜱᴀʜᴀ retweeted
Letters From the Mountains ⛰️
If one day I learn the language of silence,
I know where I will go.
Somewhere beyond the last winding road, where the #mountains keep their secrets
and the mornings arrive quietly through the mist,
I will build a little home of my own.
There, I will leave my windows open to the hills
and let the wind turn the pages of my unfinished letters.
I will write about the village waking slowly smoke rising from distant chimneys, footsteps on narrow paths,
wildflowers blooming without asking anyone to notice.
I will write about the river too,
how it changes its voice around every bend, sometimes whispering against the stones, sometimes rushing as if it has somewhere to be.
And perhaps, if I listen long enough,
it will tell me stories no book ever could.
When winter comes,
I will sit quietly and watch the snow
soften every sharp edge of the world.
I will wonder how something so still
can make the whole valley feel alive.
Maybe that is what the mountains teach us that silence is not emptiness.
It is where the deepest things begin to speak.
And if someday you find me there,
sitting by a window with a cup of tea
and a half-written letter beside me,
you will know I finally found
the place my heart had been dreaming of.
I will simply write....
I am home.
#WritewithJyoti
#vss365
#mountains
Pic: Himalayas
Professional camera
(ᴘʀᴏꜰ).ᴄᴀ.ꜱᴜᴅɪᴘᴛᴀ ꜱᴀʜᴀ retweeted
There comes a moment
when the heart grows tired
of remembering what hurt.
When it no longer wishes
to keep count
of all the ways
it once broke.
So it loosens its grip
on every old sorrow,
lets the ashes fall
without asking
where the fire went.
And then—
there is you.
Not like a storm
arriving to ruin the silence,
but like moonlight
finding its way
through a half-open curtain—
quietly,
without permission,
touching everything
I thought had gone dark.
I do not want
to know the stories
that made you distant.
Not tonight.
Let the past remain
where it belongs—
behind us,
where even its shadows
have forgotten our names.
Come closer.
Let your hand rest in mine
as though it has always known
the shape of this moment.
As though somewhere
before we ever met,
our fingers had already
remembered one another.
Let the world disappear
from the edges of us.
Let the clocks lose
their little authority.
I want no promises
etched into tomorrow.
Only this—
your breath
quiet against my skin,
the warmth of your palm
holding mine
as though nothing outside
this moment
could possibly matter.
My name becoming
something softer
when it leaves your lips,
and two hearts
forgetting, for once,
to be afraid of forever.
Perhaps love is not
the beautiful thing
that saves us from sorrow.
Perhaps, at its deepest,
it is simply
the hunger to remain—
asking for nothing
but presence,
and staying long enough
for sorrow to forget
why it came.
Perhaps that is
what happens to us.
One night,
we look at each other
and realise—
there is no grief left
to carry,
no yesterday
asking to be forgiven,
no wound
waiting to be named,
no tomorrow
asking to be promised.
There is only this warmth
between your hand and mine,
this breath between us,
this quiet surrender
that feels less like falling
and more like coming home
to somewhere
we have never been.
And suddenly,
nothing hurts anymore.
Not because
the past disappeared.
But because
it no longer has
the power to reach us.
There is only tenderness.
Only the quiet
after the storm.
Only your eyes
holding mine
in the fading light.
And love—
not the kind
that rescues,
not the kind
that demands,
but the kind
that remains
when everything else
has learned to leave.
And love.
Only love.
That remains.
♥♡
#Anamika
#LovePoemToNoOne
#vss365 #hunger
(ᴘʀᴏꜰ).ᴄᴀ.ꜱᴜᴅɪᴘᴛᴀ ꜱᴀʜᴀ retweeted
Your Name in My Breath
I murmur your name
in a deep breath,
as though my heart
has been whispering it
all along.
Between the silence
and the beating of my heart,
your name finds its way back to me
softly, effortlessly,
like a secret
my soul never learned to hide.
In my sleep,
In tears,
In my busy day schedule,
It's just your name.
And perhaps that is love
when even in your absence,
your name still feels
like the most familiar
place in the world...just like home.
#WritewithJyoti
(ᴘʀᴏꜰ).ᴄᴀ.ꜱᴜᴅɪᴘᴛᴀ ꜱᴀʜᴀ retweeted
Mere sunhare khayal tumhe pe aakar
Atak jate hain.
Aur tum ek tak laga Kar chand ko nikharte hoo.
Mei intezaar mei rehti hoon ki tum aaoge aur padho gey mere inn shabdo ko aapne hoto se.
#WritewithJyoti
(In English )
My golden thoughts
come to you and linger there.
And you, gazing intently,
make the moon glow even brighter.
I remain waiting,
hoping you will come
and read these words of mine
with your own lips.
#WritewithJyoti
(ᴘʀᴏꜰ).ᴄᴀ.ꜱᴜᴅɪᴘᴛᴀ ꜱᴀʜᴀ retweeted
An Ethereal Beauty
An ethereal beauty
Blooming
In her fullest grace.
Without a trace
Of the slightest malice
Of human
Follies.
Green sapphire
Eyes,
Cascading calmness,
Calling attention
To the beauty
In you.
With lips apart,
To tell you
She
Adores you too.
- Priyambana ✨
#bionicanadian #FoxProse #vss365 @bionicanadian @FoxProse
(ᴘʀᴏꜰ).ᴄᴀ.ꜱᴜᴅɪᴘᴛᴀ ꜱᴀʜᴀ retweeted
¿Por qué la distancia
me tortura de esta forma?
Alejada de tí,
¿Porqué?
(ᴘʀᴏꜰ).ᴄᴀ.ꜱᴜᴅɪᴘᴛᴀ ꜱᴀʜᴀ retweeted
The Bond
In the conflict of their hearts,
they moved away
from each other.
She was like
a kiss well-earned,
until he could no longer
handle her tantrums.
She was
happy-go-lucky,
with little time for worry.
And he was, in his own way,
in a mood to change the world
with his dream project.
Their goals
dismantled their bond.
She left.
He left,
too—
the bond.
Until one day,
they came across each other
at a felicitation gathering.
Priyambana ✨
#conflict #vss365 #WriteMap #FoxProse
📷 ChatGPT
(ᴘʀᴏꜰ).ᴄᴀ.ꜱᴜᴅɪᴘᴛᴀ ꜱᴀʜᴀ retweeted
Love Poem – 5
(A Letter from a Writer to Another Writer)
I read you
through the pages you write,
through the feelings you go through,
through the details you fill in.
You teach me
how to hold a moment,
hearing its tiny vibrations.
You teach me
how to curve the words.
I learn from you
to see things
with letters framing themselves
as the heart beats,
giving them
a melodious tune.
You make an ordinary morning
look precious.
I see it too,
with your vision in it.
The Sun's heat
lets you exhale
emotional outbursts,
never defining
whether it was the Sun
that played the role
or your inner world
simply needing a flow.
You make the night
not of darkness,
but of a beautiful light,
where words need
a calm page
to rest.
Invading the distance
of a thousand miles,
crossing the boundaries,
we collaborate
to create emotions
of ink—
emotions that need
no hesitation,
only pure admiration
and a smile
at the respective places
of our own universes.
—Priyambana ✨
#vss365 #bionicanadian #FoxProse
#WriteMap
📷 @Tddy78DddyBear
(ᴘʀᴏꜰ).ᴄᴀ.ꜱᴜᴅɪᴘᴛᴀ ꜱᴀʜᴀ retweeted
The Way You Look at Me
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You stand in the doorway
like a quiet secret the room is keeping.
Your arms folded, head tilted,
With that sweet little smile,
your eyes rest on me
as if the whole world has narrowed
to this single moment.
I am only putting on lipstick,
but under your gaze
the simple act becomes sacred.
Every stroke feels slower,
every breath deeper,
because you are watching me.
There is no hurry in your look.
No demand.
Only a soft, endless tenderness
that says
I see you.
I choose you.
I will keep choosing you.
And in that silent light
I become more beautiful
than any mirror could ever show.
#WritewithJyoti
(ᴘʀᴏꜰ).ᴄᴀ.ꜱᴜᴅɪᴘᴛᴀ ꜱᴀʜᴀ retweeted
My Soul Knows Your Language
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My love,
Distance may place
oceans, mountains
between your voice and mine,
but it has never learned
how to silence what the soul can hear.
Your words reach me
even when you do not speak them
the ones you said,
the ones you almost said,
the ones that trembled somewhere
behind your silence
and never found their way to your lips.
I hear them.
Perhaps not with my ears,
but somewhere deeper
where your name has become
a language my heart already knows.
I know your pauses.
I understand your quiet.
I can feel the meaning
hidden between your words.
You may speak in fragments,
in hints,
in half-finished sentences,
in songs
in articles
in poems
or sometimes say nothing at all
and still, somehow,
your soul finds its way to mine.
Coz I have learned your language
without ever needing a dictionary.
I know what you mean
when you cannot say it.
Your unspoken words
somehow arrive at my doorstep.
Maybe that is what love becomes
when a connection
where your heart whispers
and mine hears.
Where you say,
and I understand.
Where you don't say,
and I still understand.
And perhaps that is why
no distance can truly separate us, nobody , not even time,
Coz some loves are not held
by hands or by nearness.
They live somewhere deeper.
In that sacred place
where your soul recognizes mine,
and mine,even across the farthest distance, still knows your language.
I can read,
I can listen,
I can feel .
#WritewithJyoti
