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Midnight confessions

At midnight hearts begin to speak, The strong grow fragile, lost, and weak. The silence opens every door, To hidden truths we can’t ignore. Midnight confessions softly fall, Like shadows dancing on the wall. The words we hide through all the day, Find moonlit courage on their way. “I miss you” sounds much more sincere, When only stars are left to hear. And broken souls stop wearing masks, Beneath the night that never asks. Perhaps the dark was always kind, A place where truth could breathe and shine. For hearts speak loudest after scars, In whispered talks beneath the stars.
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Another Mile - Poem

 Another Mile


Another mile.
Another breath against the wind.
No maps,
just the memory
of how your name
used to feel
when whispered in silence.

I walk
not to forget—
but to remember
without breaking.

Leaves fall.
Hours fold.
The world keeps moving
even when hearts
stand still.

Sometimes,
a bird sings too sweetly
and I flinch.
Not because it hurts—
but because
I still want to listen.

There’s dust on my shoes,
a letter in my bag
I’ll never send.
But I carry it
like a small warmth—
proof that I once
loved enough
to leave.

And maybe,
when the path bends soft
around the hill,
you’ll think of me too.
Not with sorrow,
but with that quiet ache
that says:

you mattered.

Even if just
for another mile.



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