Velvet Samara
@samridhi1
When humans exist only in a frame,
The world crumbles, yet bears no name.
The flowers still breathe, their fragrance remains,
Is this the fate of a mind unchained?
Our smiles have faded, drowned in time,
Left as echoes—silent, confined.
We cannot speak, we dare not move,
Trapped in the world our minds once proved.
We built, we burned, we lost our way,
A fate we forged—now on display. 0 reply
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Are You Really Okay?
Tell me, are you truly fine—
Since that bond began to fade with time?
Since you walked through winds that tore,
Are you whole, or bruised at the core?
You called your tears a passing rain,
A seasonless storm to mask the pain.
But night by night, within those walls,
How many tears did silence recall?
How many pillows have known your ache?
How much of you did each sob take?
And still, you say, “I’m doing well,”
While inside, you're trapped in a quiet shell.
You still keep their photos neat—
In your phone, like moments on repeat.
Their picture pressed inside your purse,
As if forgetting would make it worse.
You said you moved on, left it all behind,
Yet memories linger, so intertwined.
In every corner, in every sigh,
Their shadow lingers, passing by.
Are you okay?—the question returns,
And each time, your silence burns.
You answer “yes” with trembling grace,
While sorrow sleeps behind your face. 0 reply
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