And there are dreams without fulfillment... Some things are meant to remain incomplete...
Poems forever
By Robert Frost
Where had I heard this wind before
Change like this to a deeper roar?
What would it take my standing there for,
Holding open a restive door,
Looking down hill to a frothy shore?
Summer was past and day was past.
Somber clouds in the west were massed.
Out in the porch’s sagging floor,
leaves got up in a coil and hissed,
Blindly struck at my knee and missed.
Something sinister in the tone
Told me my secret must be known:
Word I was in the house alone
Somehow must have gotten abroad,
Word I was in my life alone,
Word I had no one left but God.
By Abid Agha
The night didn’t end - it simply dimmed,
like the warmth of your arms around me.
Words waited, trembling on our lips,
but silence spoke first-
and lingered longer than time itself.
Your eyes said all that hearts cannot bear,
the things our voices feared to show.
Between us, space began to bloom-
a fragile garden
where love forgot to grow.
The stars leaned close; they seemed to know
how farewells hide behind a sigh.
Even the moon softened with pity,
as if it, too, had learned goodbye.
Now, in dreams, you come and go-
a shadow at the edge of dawn.
I wake to find your silence still here-
our last conversation,
echoing softly, never gone.
By Esha Bakht
I am all lost.
My journey is void.
My path is not evident.
I take myself in every way.
I search for my destination.
By Rumaissa Chouhan
Can you not see?
There are questions without answers,
And there are dreams without fulfillment.
Some things are meant to remain incomplete,
Some hearts are destined to be broken,
And some souls are meant to remain void
Beloved eyes can look away.
Worlds, fates, once collided,
Can slowly drift apart,
And love can disappear.
You cannot fight what has been written.
Life stops for none.
This world is a wrecked place, my dear.
We are never meant to be forever here.
People and things lose their charm,
Once they are available and near.
The words cut, but I tell no lie,
For I finally saw when I closed my eyes.
By P.K. Brookes
They wake up, look in the mirror and think,
“I don’t look like an athlete.”
They get lunch. It’s their favourite. They look at their food and think,
“I don’t eat like an athlete.”
They go and do their work. They look at their work and think to themselves,
“I’m not smart like an athlete.”
They go to practice, lose a point and think,
“I don’t play like an athlete.”
They are the last to finish the exercise and think,
“I’m not fast like an athlete.”
They make a mistake and think,
“I’m not focused like an athlete.”
They talk to their coach, and their coach tells them to hustle. They think,
“I don’t hustle like an athlete.”
The coach tells them to talk and they think,
“I don’t talk like an athlete.”
The coach tells them to make adjustments and they think,
“I don’t adjust like an athlete.”
“I don’t think like an athlete.”
“I don’t act like an athlete.”
“I don’t play like an athlete.”
“I’m not like an athlete.”
“I’m not an athlete.”
Except they don’t see the point they just scored,
just like an athlete.
They don’t see how they helped their team win,
just like an athlete.
They don’t see how they lift people up,
just like an athlete.
They don’t see the number of people looking up to them,
just like an athlete.
They don’t see how good they are,
just like an athlete.
They don’t see their progress,
just like an athlete.
They don’t see themselves,
just like an athlete.
They think just like an athlete.
They act just like an athlete.
They play just like an athlete.
They are just like an athlete.
They are an athlete.
