Unspoken Entity

Take a stroll with me Down the lane, While the sun retires to its chambers. Tuck me into my bed, Sit with me And tell me about your day. Caress my hair and warm my hands For it is getting colder And I want you to be bolder. Poke a hole right above my head In the roof, and let the moon Accompany my nights. Smile when I'm half asleep, For I truly adore yours And would be dreaming of you Every night, giggling Around our garden, Watering those red roses That you kept near my bed last night. In the blink of an eye, I will fall asleep... Take your leave, To our home and sleep as well, Rise and smile every day... Until I see you next time, Santhipom. -Aiden

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Seen and been Felt and held But never knew. In those warmth, Was all lie. Near but far Never i thought, All I fought nothing but draught. Irony being clown But he loves Wearing his mask. -Aiden

𝘖𝘩 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, I miss you when I close my eyes. How will I turn behind and run away? Life and death, All I crave to be with you. If I move on from you, I'll hurt myself. If I move for you, I'll hurt myself. A poetic pain That I never understood - you. -Aiden

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Truth bleeds red-never lie. Slow scarlet that poured between kisses. My dandelion, And it is always. -Aiden

This strange feel... On the flesh you carved Or my peace you narrowed Or the laughter you borrowed... Is this real... Shocking my nerves Breaking my bones Shattering my emotions... Could I deal... Waking my eyes in pain Tears drowning my cheeks in rain Pitching my soul to drain... Would I heal... Crystals of white fears As my heavy tears, Ran to calm your fierce. And yet and yet and yet, You brushed salt Of your every fault Right over the flesh You carved, Gleaming peace amidst The red blood crying On my would... Could I smile... Would I be alive... But one for sure, That my soul is in harm Around your arm... -Aiden

In your anger, I quit my action. In your smile, I smiled for you. In your silence, I scooped myself out. In your ache, I was a first aid kit. In your craze, I ran tuning your day. In your need, I lend my hands. In my anger, you were the cause. In my smile, you never enjoyed. In my silence, you felt relaxed. In my ache, you let me burn. In my craze, you cared less. In my need, you weren't an option. I will turn the page and Write the same, But in the end I am at peace Knowing I will never be you in anyone's life. -Aiden

04 / 03 / 2025 🫴

𝙋𝘼𝙍𝘼𝘿𝙄𝙎𝙀 𝙁𝙊𝙐𝙉𝘿 : 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝙔𝙈𝙋𝙃𝙊𝙉𝙔 𝙊𝙁 𝙎𝙀𝙇𝙁𝙇𝙀𝙎𝙎𝙉𝙀𝙎𝙎 𝙰 𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜 Can demon dream to become dessert? Is moral ethics are bitter as Bitter melon? Well, four people on earth, died and woke up in heaven aka The Good Place. Two felt like they achieved it and the another two felt that it's a mistake that they're taken in there. The four were united amidst the circumstances of distress erupted in the good place. The two who felt like a mistake learned and tried to become good as others through ethics and with the help of philosophy. The key to become good was found to be "selfless" and provide everyone with "selfless love". You never knew if lies are fed with fresh yoghurt of vibrant flavours. But our team found out that they were not in the good place but in The Bad Place aka hell and tortured each other through their flaws and dislikes. There is architect for these places in the universe, our architect, Michael, the bad place designer, designed a paradise for our team and in fact it is more of a hell, as I said, there's nothing you can know if you're fed poison with sweet peach. And this supposed to exist for hundreds and millions of years of torture for our team. Little did they know, they've actually ruined the plan through finding the truth within months. Michael can snap his fingers and erase their memories. He erases them and restart the project again and again for hundreds of years and in every attempt our team gets together somehow and rule out the fact that they're in hell. At one point, the story takes a turn where our demon architect, Michael, by learning moral ethics and philosophy, by partnering up with our team, under circumstances and become a good person in fact. A remarkable character, Janet, was there with them throughout their journey, a robot, more like a human one, designed for to help, develops human character every time she gets rebooted and she was developed so intense in emotions just like humans that she fell in love with one of our team member. Coming back to our story, our team, of four from the earth, Michael and Janet teams up together and plans to fight with the judge of the universe that the four have become better person, deserves to be in the actual Good Place and there's serious faults in judging a person as good or bad. The story now covers a wide range of plots, different ambience, war with Bad Place and finally our crew ends in the actual Good Place and Michael become the architect of Good Place. Yet the Good Place was filled with flaws. Our crew aced meticulously and everyone settled in peace. *𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨* Few things I learned from this is to never give up on love, always to be selfless, to be kind to others, facing fears, acknowledging our mistakes and being good brings out changes in the taste of bitter melon too!!! Sounds little cliche but these evolves a human mind to be a better person. Series name : 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚

Some series leaves a strong vibe and knowledge, indeed!

For love - 𝘉𝘺 𝘈𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯. You slept in the mud And woke up in my bed Near me. I curled you betwixt my arms and Led my warmth to embrace you. We made pizza and love And my plate mirrored vanity, Not yours. I trashed your Plate and I'm hungry now. The kitchen is now empty without you. You swirled around me And kissed me In love. I held you, Brewing my warmth in you and Led the horror in your eyes to ease away. I roll the film But the world seemed blind. Snow unfurled from you Storming my pitiful heart. I cried now. For you and For love. I slept in the mud And woke up in our bed Near you. You curled me Betwixt your arms and Led the snow embrace us.

The calmer you be, the true faces you see. -Aiden

She was a book, Written in bold brown ink Flows in the air with a ink Flawless with her laughter And claimed to be softer. She was a book ; Einstein teared in vain Herculean in utter pain, Read, yet obscure. All the bash in abbys... She was a book ; That was not to be read - But to be understood Like a work of art, above all. She was a book ; And thus she presents you a paragon Born in the rivalry betwixt Van Gogh and Jane Austen. She, a star, too far to be known, Yet, in your eyes, whispers love, glitz around and too nearer to be adored. -Aiden

Rest on my shoulder May the rest be settled. -Aiden