As Quiet as love begins

I saw you walking

through the quiet fog,

and for a moment,

time itself forgot to move on.

Nothing I’ve known

has matched your grace;

a quiet strength

in your steady pace.

There was no pride

in the way you shone,

only a beauty

that stood on its own.

Your humble air

drew my attention,

a rare felicity—

love without question.

A smile so tender,

it quiets every worry.

An elegance so humble,

yet unaware of its own glory.

A beauty so striking,

the world itself seems dim.

And you—so disarming,

I fall in love without meaning to begin.

The gentle flamboyance

of your nose-pin’s shine,

the purity glowing

in those eyes of thine.

They speak of a heart

untouched by sin,

revealing a truth—

no falsehood within.

Ecstasy in

just seeing you,

a growing curiosity

to one day know you.

It kept me awake

through a sleepless night,

not caring if my heart

was wrong or right.

A new dawn brings

a thousand smiles.

You are the kind of girl

for whom I’d walk miles.

I woke with a

rejuvenated hope,

knowing to find you

will mean both climb and slope.

I tried to give a name

to your gorgeous face—

names appeared,

some soft, some full of grace.

I reached the gates

with a racing heart,

searching each face

like a work of art.

Through crowds that blurred

in a busy stream,

I saw her stand—

like she stepped from a dream.

Amidst so many,

she was easy to see,

as if the moment

was crafted for me.

A quiet relief

washed over my chest,

the world felt lighter,

my pulse found its rest.

I saw you sitting

with someone I knew,

a casual moment—

yet my heartbeat flew.

It wasn’t delusion,

it all felt surreal,

and I knew it was true

when your scent turned real.

A fragrance intimate,

like evening rain,

stirring feelings

I couldn’t explain.

A question drifted,

soft and slow—

like twilight hums across the sea.

Then came a hush,

a whispered name,

they said her name was Mohini.

A name that means enchantress bright,

a charm that bends both day and night.

Not loud, not proud,

but like a spell—

a grace no words could ever tell.

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It wasn’t thunder,

nor a sign—

just calm, just light,

a heart-aligned.

Tried to create moments,

where our paths could cross,

but every effort, every step

just ended in a loss.

My face turned pale,

no spark, no gloss—

even the brightest smile

felt heavy with the cost.

The days I thought

you’d come a little closer,

were the ones you drifted

further and further.

You felt like someone

meant to be mine,

yet I always saw you with another—

just not in my line.

The days rolled on,

with sunsets and rise.

I clung to hope,

with fire in my eyes.

Never let sorrow

make my spirit give up,

no matter the weight—

I kept my chin up.

And the day came when

I saw you coming towards my direction.

And today Destiny was not upset,

but in great action.

I saw you lift up your eyes

and gave me a humble stare.

The only thing I could see in your eyes

was love, affection, and care.

In that moment

I felt a love

most never feel—

even after they've wed.

The jubilance,

the ecstasy, the joy—

turned my face

from pale to red.

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Commotion, cacophony, uproar—

they melt into a pleasant calm.

They don’t disturb my soul no more,

whether I’m dancing, cooking, or reading a psalm.

Just as rich juices

sink into rice,

softly, slowly,

making each grain nice.

Your memories seep

deep into me,

not loud, not forced,

just quietly free.

They flavor my heart,

they color my day,

turning the simple

to something that stays.

Even when shadows

are heavy and near,

your traces remain—

subtle, sincere.

Beneath rustling leaves

I stand all alone,

the murmuring stream

sings a song of its own.

It carries my secrets,

my whispers of you,

to places you wander,

though you have no clue.

Of all the things in the world,

I would just look at you.

Many adorable things exist,

but none shine the way you do.

The stars may light the endless sky,

the flowers may bloom in hue,

but even their beauty fades away

when I’m standing next to you.

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Fate played its tune, yet kept us apart,

I hid my longing behind a careless heart.

The crowds would fade, the noise would blur,

yet every glance of yours made my soul stir.

I thought of words, rehearsed them slow,

but courage was something I couldn’t grow.

For what if your smile turned away from me?

That thought alone was agony.

Your world feels calm, polished, and pure,

while mine’s a storm I can’t endure.

You’re sunlight dancing on silver dew,

and I—just clouds that darken the view.

I could have spoken, confessed it all,

but silence felt safer than a fall.

For love like mine—so rough, so deep,

would only wake what should stay asleep.

You walk through life with grace untold,

while I drag dreams that have grown old.

You bloom in spring, untouched by scars,

I wander lost, counting my stars.

Sometimes I wish you'd turn and see,

the chaos that still lives in me.

But what joy would come from my despair?

I’d only stain the peace you wear.

So I keep my distance, let you be,

a poem, a prayer, a memory.

For some loves shine but never stay,

like dawn that blushes, then fades away.

I’ve fought the urge to call your name,

to chase a spark, to fan a flame.

But love that harms the one adored,

is love that must be left ignored.

I’ve built my world on broken ground,

where silence is the safest sound.

And though my heart still beats your tune,

I’ll love you best by leaving soon.

For if my shadow crossed your light,

it wouldn’t make your world more bright.

I’d only dim the glow you own,

so I’ll walk this path alone.

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The hills, the mountains, the oceans wide,

each deepens the love I try to hide.

And knowing you don’t even know,

the slightest spark I feel below—

it makes me ache, like a

homeless dove,

with nowhere to go.

Even in my emptiness,

your presence lingers like air.

I walk through crowds of silence,

yet feel solace knowing you are there.

You may not be mine,

nor even know my name,

but the thought of you each morning

keeps my spirit aflame.

If life were without you,

it would hollow me whole,

for you are the unseen anchor

that steadies my soul.

So I carry you each day,

in a heart that quietly weeps,

for love, you are the reason

why my lonely heart still beats.

You’re the only one left

before whom I can be weak,

a soul whose heart’s been shattered

more times than one can speak.

Yet somehow, with your presence,

a wound began to heal—

I broke that endless heartbreak,

made my sorrows real to feel.

I am amazed at my own strength of taking pain,

I have seen a drought of happiness,

now there is no hope of rain.

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I’ll learn to love you from afar,

a quiet wish upon a star.

No need for words, no fleeting touch,

your memory itself is much.

You’ll walk your path, serene, divine,

and I’ll pretend the pain’s not mine.

Each day will pass, both kind and cruel,

with you — my calm, my sacred fuel.

I’ll write your name where dreams reside,

a secret I no longer hide.

If fate allows, in realms anew,

I’ll find my peace — still loving you.

So let this love in silence stay,

a prayer that lives, then drifts away.

The delusional affection of you

is what keeps me alive.

The handful memories of you

in my heart I archive.

Though you walk unaware,

of the storm inside my chest,

your shadow brings me comfort,

your silence feels like rest.

I speak to you in whispers,

the world will never hear,

a language of the heart,

unwritten, yet sincere.

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I know we are not meant for this world —

it’s the truth I cannot hide.

Everything is lucid, nothing blurred,

yet still, I bide my time with pride.

I’ll wait for you in another universe,

where fate writes us a gentler verse,

and love blooms anew,

breaking free from this curse.

Our paths were never meant together,

it's okay if God didn't bind us forever.

Beyond the hills, across the mountains,

there is a place where I'd wait for you.

With the same passion,

with the same zeal,

and someday you'll be mine —

my stamp, your seal.

I can only wait

for the clock to be right,

for us to be together,

whether day or night.

No matter if it takes

a climate’s change,

or a wait through seasons

that feel so strange.

I would die for you

a million times,

just to live once

within your rhymes.

A wait of ages

would still feel worth,

no matter if you’re

on another earth.

I crumbled to the earth,

scattered in silent shards.

They buried what remained of me,

and shattered my heart.

Yet even in another world,

I’d search the skies for you—

to love you all over again,

as if our story were brand new.

- Vicky Sasane

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