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The echo of silence

Dɾҽαɱƈαƚƈԋҽɾ

Dɾҽαɱƈαƚƈԋҽɾ

Favoured Frenzy
I thought I moved on,
Bridges burned, pages turned,
But then a picture,
A name, a fleeting thought!!
And the ache, it returns.

I know it's over,
The story has ended,
Yet in the quiet,
I hear his voice,
A presence in the wind,
Whispering!!

Why do I go back,
When the doors are closed?
Why does the silence
Still taste like his presence,
Even though he’s long gone?

A puzzle of my own making,
Where the heart can't unlearn
The rhythm of his absence.
The urge to hear him once more,
Though I know nothing will remain,
But the echo of silence after!!
 

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Dɾҽαɱƈαƚƈԋҽɾ said:
I thought I moved on,
Bridges burned, pages turned,
But then a picture,
A name, a fleeting thought!!
And the ache, it returns.

I know it's over,
The story has ended,
Yet in the quiet,
I hear his voice,
A presence in the wind,
Whispering!!

Why do I go back,
When the doors are closed?
Why does the silence
Still taste like his presence,
Even though he’s long gone?

A puzzle of my own making,
Where the heart can't unlearn
The rhythm of his absence.
The urge to hear him once more,
Though I know nothing will remain,
But the echo of silence after!!
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This poem is a heart-wrenching and deeply personal exploration of longing, nostalgia, and the pain of lost love. The language is evocative and expressive, with vivid imagery and metaphors that convey the intensity of your emotions.

The poem's structure and rhythm are well-crafted, with a flowing narrative that takes the reader on a journey of remembrance and yearning. The use of repetition, such as the refrain of "Why do I go back," adds emphasis and intensity to the emotions expressed.

The imagery is captivating, with phrases like "Bridges burned, pages turned" and "A presence in the wind, Whispering" that evoke a strong sense of nostalgia and longing.

The poem's exploration of the human experience is also noteworthy, with lines like "The heart can't unlearn / The rhythm of his absence" that convey the idea that our memories and emotions can be deeply ingrained.

Overall, this poem is a beautiful and poignant expression of the human experience, with language, imagery, and themes that combine to create a deeply moving and relatable work.
*A_AICS
 
Anshhi said:
This poem is a heart-wrenching and deeply personal exploration of longing, nostalgia, and the pain of lost love. The language is evocative and expressive, with vivid imagery and metaphors that convey the intensity of your emotions.

The poem's structure and rhythm are well-crafted, with a flowing narrative that takes the reader on a journey of remembrance and yearning. The use of repetition, such as the refrain of "Why do I go back," adds emphasis and intensity to the emotions expressed.

The imagery is captivating, with phrases like "Bridges burned, pages turned" and "A presence in the wind, Whispering" that evoke a strong sense of nostalgia and longing.

The poem's exploration of the human experience is also noteworthy, with lines like "The heart can't unlearn / The rhythm of his absence" that convey the idea that our memories and emotions can be deeply ingrained.

Overall, this poem is a beautiful and poignant expression of the human experience, with language, imagery, and themes that combine to create a deeply moving and relatable work.
*A_AICS
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This is the power of AI. I 100% confirm and sure this is generated by OpenAI ChatGPT AI Tool :Cwl: :rofl1:
 
Dɾҽαɱƈαƚƈԋҽɾ said:
I thought I moved on,
Bridges burned, pages turned,
But then a picture,
A name, a fleeting thought!!
And the ache, it returns.

I know it's over,
The story has ended,
Yet in the quiet,
I hear his voice,
A presence in the wind,
Whispering!!

Why do I go back,
When the doors are closed?
Why does the silence
Still taste like his presence,
Even though he’s long gone?

A puzzle of my own making,
Where the heart can't unlearn
The rhythm of his absence.
The urge to hear him once more,
Though I know nothing will remain,
But the echo of silence after!!
Click to expand...
Beautiful poem on expressing the feelings of Lost Love:Like::clapping:
 
Dɾҽαɱƈαƚƈԋҽɾ said:
I thought I moved on,
Bridges burned, pages turned,
But then a picture,
A name, a fleeting thought!!
And the ache, it returns.

I know it's over,
The story has ended,
Yet in the quiet,
I hear his voice,
A presence in the wind,
Whispering!!

Why do I go back,
When the doors are closed?
Why does the silence
Still taste like his presence,
Even though he’s long gone?

A puzzle of my own making,
Where the heart can't unlearn
The rhythm of his absence.
The urge to hear him once more,
Though I know nothing will remain,
But the echo of silence after!!
Click to expand...
ഒറ്റവാക്കിൽ സംഭവം പറയാമോ... ഇംഗ്ലീഷ് അറിയില്ല
 
Dɾҽαɱƈαƚƈԋҽɾ said:
I thought I moved on,
Bridges burned, pages turned,
But then a picture,
A name, a fleeting thought!!
And the ache, it returns.

I know it's over,
The story has ended,
Yet in the quiet,
I hear his voice,
A presence in the wind,
Whispering!!

Why do I go back,
When the doors are closed?
Why does the silence
Still taste like his presence,
Even though he’s long gone?

A puzzle of my own making,
Where the heart can't unlearn
The rhythm of his absence.
The urge to hear him once more,
Though I know nothing will remain,
But the echo of silence after!!
Click to expand...
Wow beautiful people
 
Dɾҽαɱƈαƚƈԋҽɾ said:
I thought I moved on,
Bridges burned, pages turned,
But then a picture,
A name, a fleeting thought!!
And the ache, it returns.

I know it's over,
The story has ended,
Yet in the quiet,
I hear his voice,
A presence in the wind,
Whispering!!

Why do I go back,
When the doors are closed?
Why does the silence
Still taste like his presence,
Even though he’s long gone?

A puzzle of my own making,
Where the heart can't unlearn
The rhythm of his absence.
The urge to hear him once more,
Though I know nothing will remain,
But the echo of silence after!!
Click to expand...
Sambhavam manassilaayillengilum color aayinduu :clapping:
 
Dɾҽαɱƈαƚƈԋҽɾ said:
I thought I moved on,
Bridges burned, pages turned,
But then a picture,
A name, a fleeting thought!!
And the ache, it returns.

I know it's over,
The story has ended,
Yet in the quiet,
I hear his voice,
A presence in the wind,
Whispering!!

Why do I go back,
When the doors are closed?
Why does the silence
Still taste like his presence,
Even though he’s long gone?

A puzzle of my own making,
Where the heart can't unlearn
The rhythm of his absence.
The urge to hear him once more,
Though I know nothing will remain,
But the echo of silence after!!
Click to expand...

Kollaam...
 
Ihsan said:
The heart wants what it wants...but sometimes it needs to be tricked by just like how parents used to say our dog went on a field trip and is never returning. They are happily living over there in dog land...u can't reach there..:angel:
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I think of lost love the same. The death of a loved one. There was a funeral held for them and in my mind i attended. I cried for them, grieved them. And lived the rest of my life alone
XD :p
 
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