Rain whispers secrets against the windowpane,
a symphony of melancholic beauty unseen by hurried eyes.
I sip lukewarm coffee, the steam swirling into forgotten dreams.
Across the street, laughter spills from a brightly lit house,
a life teeming with triumphs and heartbreaks, a vibrant tapestry.
I long to be a thread woven into that vibrant mess,
but contentment settles in my chest, a bittersweet guest.
The walls are adorned with travel posters, destinations untouched,
promises whispered on a whim, never acted upon.
The bookcase groans with stories, adventures lived vicariously,
a yearning for a life less ordinary, forever a silent plea.
The ache of what could have been, a phantom limb,
a constant reminder of paths not chosen, a melody unheard.
But beneath the bittersweet pang, a quiet acceptance blooms,
a life etched in solitude, a garden of self-nurtured blooms.
Perhaps the world doesn't need another conqueror, another voice,
maybe there's beauty in the gentle hum of a life lived in choices.
The rain subsides, leaving a world washed clean,
and I, a quiet observer, content in the space between.
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Ink and Insight
PoetryStep into 'Ink and Insight,' where words flow freely, capturing the essence of everyday moments in lyrical form. This collection explores a variety of themes, offering poems for every mood and occasion.