Skip to main content

The Distance Between Us

 


When someone calls your name
with such ownership,
I feel a weight,
a silence growing between us.

When someone sits beside you,
so naturally,
I am miles away,
watching with hollow eyes.

When someone shakes your hand
with such affection,
I wonder why my own fingers
remain out of place.

When someone speaks to you
with laughter,
I feel the absence of my own voice,
trapped behind a wall of longing.

When someone calls to ask of your well-being,
I hold my breath,
waiting for a moment
that seems to slip through my fingers.

And in all of this,
I stand like a shadow,
observing the warmth,
wondering why there are so many gaps
between us.

Why does it seem
that even the smallest connection
is pulled away from my reach?

The smile, the conversation,
the care,
they all feel like distant echoes
as someone else fills the space
that was once mine.

And in that space,
a quiet ache grows—
a jealousy,
a longing,
a distance I can never cross.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

The Sun's Quiet Sacrifice

  The sun loves the moon so deeply he dies every night, not in rage or fury, but in quiet surrender, letting her breathe as the stars hold their breath. He slips away, a burning heart fading into the horizon, just to give her space— to let her glow, soft and silent, untouched by his fiery embrace. She rises, drenched in his fading warmth, her light more tender for the absence of his heat. And so, they dance— his sacrifice, her freedom, woven in the rhythm of day and night. The sun loves the moon so much he dies each time, only to rise again, for love is the fire that keeps them both alive. HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!!

A Love Rewritten - Short Story

  Part 1: The Introverted Boy Adam had always been a quiet soul. Growing up in a small town with his family, he never had the desire to be surrounded by a crowd. His life revolved around the familiar comfort of his close-knit family and his best friend, Lucas, who had been by his side since they were kids. Adam was smart, intelligent, and had a good heart, but he always felt safer inside his own head. Relationships, especially with girls, were an alien concept to him. His interactions were mostly restricted to a small circle, and that’s exactly how he liked it. But everything changed the day he met Maya. Maya was everything Adam was not—extroverted, energetic, and with a wide network of friends, many of whom were boys. She was the life of every party, and she had ambition oozing from her every pore. Maya’s world was a whirlwind of activity, a world that Adam had never ventured into and often didn’t quite understand. To him, the idea of constant socializing, endless plans, and ca...

"Obitouri: Embracing Life's Impermanence – Can the Japanese Philosophy Transform Your Perspective?"

  Hey there, friends! Today, let's dive into the intriguing realm of Obitouri , a Japanese philosophy that gracefully navigates the delicate balance between life's impermanence and the profound beauty it holds. As we explore this philosophy with a philosophical angle, we'll ponder the question: Can Obitouri truly transform your perspective on life? Understanding Obitouri Obitouri, derived from the Japanese words "Obi" (to become) and "Touri" (a bird), encapsulates the idea of life's transient nature – a fleeting journey much like a bird's flight through the sky. At its core, Obitouri encourages us to embrace impermanence, acknowledging that everything in life is in a constant state of change. Philosophical Angle In a world often dominated by the pursuit of stability and permanence, Obitouri invites us to dance with the rhythm of change. Drawing parallels with existentialist philosophy, Obitouri challenges us to find meaning and purpose within th...