akari

My birthday passed, a hollow day.

All my joys have ceased to be,

Except the verses I write of thee,

For my typewriter by the pane,

Echoes your name in sweet, sad refrain.

I have started wearing the chain with your initial again.

Does it mean there is already an inyun between us, or that you and I were close billions of years ago in heaven, like Adam and Eve?

Eyes, a world's wonder. His smile, super unique—like a rare gem.

Laughter, a symphony of delight. Hair, a radiant cascade.

And that dimple, a charming dance beneath his laughter, a treasure of its own.

His very being whispers of pure, unadulterated Gorgeous.

No,he's my those 11 seconds when I met him. It was 11 from the first to end.

In the echo of those 11 seconds, He emerged, a vision wrapped in time, Each second, a universe unfurling, In the poetry of our serendipity.

His essence, a celestial sonnet, Painting galaxies in shades of eleven, moments lingered, As our eyes met in fate's embrace.

He embodied the dreams etched in my soul, A melody of whispered hopes, Sung in the symphony of our love.

and i ask my eyes is he the boy you saw 2 years before?"Is he your 11.11 wish?

Nay, but he’s my sacred 11 seconds, from start to close.

In the whispering shadows of those fleeting moments, he emerged, a timeless vision, each second a universe unfurling, in the dance of our serendipity.

His essence, a celestial sonnet, painting galaxies in hues of eleven, moments lingering, as our souls intertwined in destiny's embrace.

He embodied the dreams engraved upon my spirit, a symphony of whispered hopes, sung in the orchestra of our love.

And I inquire of my eyes, is he the boy glimpsed two years prior?

And without ever intertwining our fingers, without ever holding hands, a mole discovered beneath my left eye, emerging just after you departed from my day.

I adore this memento as though it's the ultimate testament to our connection~

Terrorism's the cry, for speaking what's right,

But for the innocent souls, I'll continue the fight

If raising voice for innocent and helpless people is called terrorism then i stand firm in my conviction.

Yes, for saving children raising your voice is good, but have you ever imagined how they feel of being alone, being separated from their mamma, their father, the playground they used to play?

If a celebrity shares a post about saving children, there's praise; if not, there's condemnation. But if one suggests they have ulterior motives, there's backlash. They talk only about children, ignoring their parents and the land they inhabit. It's as if it's acceptable to displace Palestinians from their land like Jews should grab their land but not killing children but torture them physically and mentally.

If you want to save any of children, raise your voice for saving their parents, for saving the playground they used to play, for saving every inch of land where they were born. They're killing innocent people,

I stand on the balcony when heavy winds are blowing as if the wind isn’t winding; it’s your embraces

Every drop of rain, a whisper of your absence, I treasure.

I am that desert you once wandered, now parched and yearning. Revive me once more.

I whispered, "My eyes."

"Eyes? Why eyes?" they asked.

"Because through my eyes, I caught the first glimmer of him. His smile, his hair, the dimple that waltzes when he laughs, and those eyes... my eyes paint his essence onto the canvas of my soul. And indeed, there existed that serendipitous moment when our gazes intertwined.

A land where valiant mothers bid farewell, their sons marching for freedom's gain.

A land where innocence, in thousands, weeps, stripped of all, yet guiltless in thrall.

A land of lovers, parting with their own, to shield their homeland's hearth and hall,

Dreaming of dawns where worry is unknown, as they sip tea under morning's thrall.

Oh Palestine, you're a land of blessings, the strongest land on earth.

Oh Palestine, your cries we heed, and we raise our voices against those who torment you.

Yet, in this world ruled by the powerful, where dominance holds sway in its domain,

Know this, Palestine, Allah's sublime power transcends, beyond all mortal claim.

The agony you endure, our culpability laid bare.

Here, we revel in our days while you bear the brunt.

Here, our voices rise, yet fail to halt the assault.

Oh Gaza, forgive us our trespasses.

"I refuse to inflict upon others the same pain I've endured. The agony of being ignored by the one you cherished most cuts differently. If such a scenario arose, I would strive to reciprocate their love rather than inflict suffering," I responded.

Intrigued, they pressed further, "And what if they loved you exactly as you yearned to be loved?"

With a smile, I replied, "In such a scenario, it's akin to a character from my book transcending his timeline to inhabit a human form just to love the author in the manner she had always desired.

Cause love's never lost when perspective is earned."

And then she looked to the sky and said-

"Oh Lord, if someone wants to break my cold heart, just let them say 'I love you'."

As tears shed from the reader's eyes while reading, a drop of his tear fell onto 'I love you'. Indeed, she was loved by the reader, but they existed in different timelines. Thus, she felt the love but could never touch it.

In the end, bearing a soft smile..she said, "Oh reader! Tears speak."

I smiled, took a deep breath, and replied, I never loved him for being loved by him in return. I just fell in love with him..In fact I found myself drawn to him - his tales, quirks, playful banter, and the laughter we shared. Even in his moments of vulnerability, every word he uttered captivated me further. Although he spoke of another he loved, each time, I secretly longed to be that person. His narratives stirred emotions within me, often bringing tears to my eyes, yet I couldn't muster the courage to distance myself from him.

Sometimes, we're not the one they dream of, so how can they love someone they never wished for? It doesn't mean they're wrong, but in this world, you know, if someone wants, if someone hopes, they can be heroes, they can be the best physicist, yet still not end up with the one they adore. And you know what's magical about it all?

'What?' they asked

They are completely okay with that.

I can love him completely, across various timelines, even if he never reciprocates.

I, alone, am sufficient to love him in every universe||

I replied that there isn't just one; there are three: 204, 3.39, and 4.1."

"Why do you have so many favorites?" he inquired.

"Because 204 represents the 204th day of that year, 3.39 signifies the afternoon when we first met, and 4.1 symbolizes the 4.1 seconds our eyes locked in that moment."

"You remember everything?" he asked. "What’s your most favorite among these numbers?"

"Yes, indeed. Among these, my favorite is 4.1 seconds."

"Why?" he inquired.

"Because it was during those 4.1 seconds that our eyes met for the first time, and in that fleeting moment, it felt like God gave me another chance to escape from the world and get lost in his...