Whispers Between the lines

 Leaving silent, without a word, A quiet goodbye, so much unheard. Where feelings smolder, still they burn, In hearts that wait but never turn. No final words to ease the ache, Just echoes in a quiet wake. A parting cold, so deep, so still, Where wounds remain, yet time won’t heal. The silence screams what words can’t say, A shadow stretching through the day. Unspoken truths, like burning coal, Ignite the scars inside the soul. Yet in this silence, strong and wide, A hidden strength begins to bide. For healing starts where silence ends, And broken hearts begin to mend. Nidal Sati

 And you ask about my paradise. It is no great place, no distant land just this A quiet bench, weathered wood, nestled beneath the blossoming glory of spring, where she sits beside me, Her head was resting softly on my shoulder as if the world had been designed for this peace. In my hand, a book I once traveled far to find selected not due to its plot, but I knew that she would hear it in my voice. I read to her gently lines that have remained within me like far-off reminders passages folded with love words that once moved me Now to share with hope. that they might move her too. And at that time, As petals drop and pages turn, I require nothing more. Nidal Sati