Author: Habibul Bashar
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The Heart Vs The Algorithm
No code can dream, no bot can cry, It cannot love; it cannot try. It copies words, it steals the song, But fails to feel where hearts belong. For love and loss are ours to keep, The code will fade, but we are deep. It mimics art with borrowed grace, But cannot match a tear-stained…
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Before You Read My Eyes
I wrote your name in a silent breeze, Where only hearts and hope can tease. Before you knew, before you guessed — You lived in dreams I never confessed. I smiled when you looked my way, And swallowed words I meant to say. Not fear, not doubt — but something shy, Kept locking all my…
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The Burdened Teen
He smiles in crowds to hide the ache, A storm inside he can’t let break. He carries silence every day, Like loads no child should lift that way. He says, “I’m fine,” with practiced art But truth beats louder in his heart. At night, he fights the tears that rise A battle won beneath the…
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The Silent Province Of Fire
The wind knelt low in silent prayer, To flames that rained but left no flare. Ashes whispered her hidden tune, Fading beneath a weeping moon. The stars unstitched their silver seam, None dared to spell her broken dream. A clock without its hands still cried, Counting the hours, love had died. She turned to smoke,…
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The Moon And The Hope
Image Source: Pexels- Justyna Serafin The moon, once full, is now crescent, Yet it amasses hope, stays quiescent. Knowing the day will come so soon, It waits to bloom as a super moon. It keeps its patience, calm and intense, For wisdom guides all of its sense, Through cloudy veils and nights immense, It dreams…
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When Words Found Me
Image Source: Unsplash- navneet mahajan I lived in silence, lost and small, No echo rose to heed my call. The world moved fast, I stood behind, A stranger to my own tangled mind. My tears would speak, but none could hear, Each dream was bright, then disappeared. Then words arrived — soft, undefined, They touched…
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The Bloom Within The Crack
Image Source: Unsplash- Ted Balmer A rock stood firm through storm and sun, Unmoved, unbroken — by anyone. Yet deep within its hardened seam, A crack appeared — like a silent scream. That crack was pain, unseen, unshared, The weight of all the times it cared. Anxiety carved its name so deep, It woke the…