aching

I breathe in...the silenceof my own heartaching with tendernesswith memories..Of home.

When sadness knows the reason of tears, heart prepares to carry the ache for years

Night never needs a shade but it requires to fade into the grin of twinkling stars where light is just a glint of scars

I__e reached the vanishing point without you.Here my heartache begins with your paintrying to find an unborn startin this fatal disappearanceFrom the poem __e with the Vanishing Point

Sometimes a broken heart can mend something else's brokenness

When I ache to live, my mind loves to stay with the peaceful whiteness of a pigeon__ care...in boundless amity..

But she knew that no matter what beauty lay behind, it must remain there. No one could go forward with a load of aching memories.

An aching vacuum inside her sucking the air from her lungs. She hung her head and wept fiercely, the emptiness inside her growing larger not smaller; she felt as though it would grow so large it would suffocate her just as surely as the sea would have

there is some achingthat will only heal...in the mosque of sleep.

in the afterglowof an evening raini lay downin the grass and think of youmy body acheslike an after-kissbreaking in soft firesand wildflowersmy dear, i will always bethis tender for you.

I cannot read my own words,Lest I shed a tear,For all the aching memories,That I hold so very dear.

I didn't know it was possible to simultaneously hate and ache for someone.