Whispers Between the lines

 Gently, your name stirs my silence.   Hope leans into the sound of you   Even my breath moves differently now  Nights ache with your absence and light   A moment with your smile becomes eternity Across my chest, your echo lingers   Love has grown where your touch might be   All my longing wears your shade  Holding you in thought becomes a prayer  Memories bloom from places we’ve never been   And still, I would wait in every lifetime  Remembered, desired forever... you... Nidal Sati

You drift through my thoughts like jasmine in warm wind soft, sudden, impossible to keep. I miss you more than silence admits, but what wounds me most is that you never believed it. This longing it wears me thin, pulling me between doubt and a love I can’t unfeel. I’ve questioned everything a hundred ways but not once have I doubted this ache that speaks your name. Nidal Sati

Don’t ask for love it should arrive, Like morning light that warms the sky If whispered hearts don’t beat your name, No plea can set their soul to flame Don’t beg for loyalty to stay, It walks beside you or it strays away The silent vow, the steady hand, Speak louder than obedience demand Support that waits for you to call, Will never catch your deepest fall The ones who stand without request, Are truly those who love you best So let them go, the ones unsure, Because forced feelings never stay pure For what is real, you'll never chase It finds you first, it knows its place.. Nidal Sati

 No one is ever busy It’s always about priorities. It's where you fit in their schedule. In their heart, In their thoughts. If they're not selecting you, You’re not their priority. So cease making them yours. Move along. Make them fit into your days The same way you fit into theirs. Don't go the extra mile For somebody who would not walk across the room for you.. Nidal Sati

 Longing for you arrives   Uninvited,   Without reason,   Without mercy.   Memories bloom like wildflowers   Your face,   Your voice,   The echoes Of where we once sat.   My soul drifts   To every place  Your presence touched. Nidal Sati

 Close the curtains on conversations when the silence between replies could stretch into the length of a movie... Don’t reach for those who need a reason to reach for you. Stay with the ones who invent excuses just to whisper your name even if their words are fleeting, fragile, small , or shallow.. Because real care hides in quiet gestures, in perfect timing, in the reaching, in the gentle insistence of trying. Someone’s effort is the truest mirror of how deeply you matter... Nidal Sati

 If time could rewind its endless thread,   How many faces would you choose to forget?   How many roads, once taken in trust,   Would you leave unwalked, turning them to dust? How many echoes of choices made   Would you silence before they could invade?   How many storms would you dare not brave,   Just to carve a different life to save? For all that came and came to pass,   Has built the now this fragile glass.   And though you dream of starting anew,   This present self is born of you Nidal Sati

 My friend,  I know exactly what it feels like   To look with  disappointment   At the same things you once looked at  with hope...   To sit in silence with a heart that once danced   At the sound of a name,   To feel the weight of dreams   You once carried like feathers.   It hurts but it’s human.   And sometimes, surviving it   Is the quietest kind of strength 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

 Far beyond love or hate,   beyond all feelings and reason,   you’ve become a rhythm in my days  Beyond pride, beyond logic,   you’ve taken root in my heart Not through causes, nor circumstances,   but through the quiet way you echo   in my best poems Beyond minutes, hours,   days, months, or years you are woven into my life.   And I miss you in every way   a soul can miss another Nothing feels quite the same   in the vast silence   your absence leaves behind.. Nidal Sati