I may not be sure,
If you love me or not.
I can't speak that through words.
I tried to find the words within,
...
Whilom should've said it- herald,
Before we begin, only if i ever knew,
It was meant to be 'to end' out of the blue.
It might be a delicacy for you,
...
I once was loved, I used to be mattered,
I once used to be cared for-
And yes, I put my trust in, solely,
truly and honestly,
...
A guy wailing in silence, hiding his pains,
He himself acts so nice not letting
someone grasps his pains,
He's afraid of the world, to let them know
...
My feelings, whether has been said and tacit,
Whether hasn't been unlamented,
I always curved and tend it with love and patience,
I don't matter whether it is that vital to spread throughout,
...
Gradually getting a person of age is like-
Grasping the sensation of reality of life,
People and everything.
There were some people just for a moment
...
I'm scared of losing- hearing,
Might not be able to hear
the angels singing.
...
Remind yourself,
To be loved sometimes by itself-
To relive the emotions that were left behind,
To heal the unseen gashes.
...
Giacobbe Hwansa is an Indian poet and author based in Itanagar, Arunachal Pradesh.Through his distinctive poetic voice, Hwansa has established himself not only as an author but also as a recognized co-author, contributing to multiple collaborative literary works across diverse platforms.)
The Unlamented Tears
I may not be sure,
If you love me or not.
I can't speak that through words.
I tried to find the words within,
Do I really matter to them-
Or you're too scared to speak that through!
I heard the whispers of calling upon my
name in your heart,
Should I call this a deja vu?
Or was it, you were truly whispering
through?
Oh my love,
Will we ever make amends of it?
I can't call your name before
this boisterous world,
I can't even write a letter of it.
Oh my love,
I want us to let our souls walk through
And lay together.
Oh my love,
You can't be divided nor can't be estranged,
Don't go to pluck the other roses,
Don't let the other moons shine on you.
Oh my love,
I wrote you these words through
the thread of my unlamented tears.
Losing kindness for one's actions is one of the worst steps we would ever take in our lives—just to make them feel "you've changed". Kindness is a gifted emotion not their choice. Be yourself not their slaves.
Readers are the only truest pals a writer can have even after the ink becomes dusted.
All human beings are one, Without the roots, a tree cannot survive. If the leaves fall from—dried and blew, those branches may become estranged souls.