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Do you remember? - Poem

Do You Remember? Do you remember that very first night, The nervous laughter, the fading light? How words came softly, then hours just flew, And somehow the world disappeared into you? Do you remember the things we would say, The little good mornings that colored my day? Those quiet moments nobody knew, When nothing existed but me and you? Do you remember when silence felt warm, When your voice was my shelter inside every storm? When missing you hurt, yet somehow felt sweet, Because every goodbye meant again we would meet? Maybe some moments were never meant to stay, They come like the seasons, then wander away, But if you ever look at the stars like I do— Tell me, my love... do you remember them too?
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Thunderstorm - Poem

Thunderstorm

It begins with a whisper,
a breath held in the throat of the sky—
then the hush breaks.
Lightning splits the heavens
like a sword through silk,
and the earth braces
for the wrath of the gods.

Drums of thunder roll across the horizon,
roaring like a beast unchained,
each strike a furious heartbeat
pounding through the bones of the world.
The wind howls—not in song,
but in war cry,
tearing through trees
and slamming against rooftops
like fists on iron gates.

Rain descends in blades,
cold and merciless,
cutting through silence,
flooding the silence,
drowning the stars.
The storm does not ask.
It takes—
the calm, the light,
the stillness of things forgotten.

And in its fury,
there is truth:
raw,
unforgiving,
magnificent.

The thunderstorm
does not weep—
it commands,
it conquers,
it cleanses.

And when it leaves,
only the brave remain
to hear the echo of its rage
still trembling in the wet bones of the land.
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