unspoken moments (Even solitude is an Art)

Dedication To you, the stranger who was never truly a stranger, the one who gave every feeling its taste... To those who dwell within the houses of solitude, love, and longing, To those who feel the weight of love, loss, and sorrow— This book is for you!! Even solitude is an art _ Dewmi Karunarathna _ 1. Selfish In many places where “self” was near, you too were there — in greatness, clear. Even when I claimed, “this is mine,” I knew it wasn’t — not truly mine. Though I thought I might be deceived, it wasn’t me — it’s your heart that believed. 🌹🌹 ❤ To my dearest, ❤ 🌹 From me 🌹 02. Ex (Un=expired ) --- Ex 😂😂😂 Even if we laugh about it, an Ex is someone who hasn’t expired... the dearest part of the past. That’s why even now, tears still fall for the un-expired Ex. Though the world may never understand, the one who cries is an honest lover, true at heart. An Ex is still a whole universe, holding the silent ownership of love that keeps sowing tears. And that un-expired Ex... is still loved, endlessly, deeply, immensely. 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 03. Brown eyes --- I stole a look — those eyes I saw. My God, they’re brown. Even after all these years, today I noticed them at last. They are truly beautiful. 😍 But they’re not the same as before — they watch me with tears filling them. A face with no expression, yet those two eyes are trying to tell me something. Yes — I understood. It’s love, isn’t it? I still feel it. Those brown eyes, trembling at the rim with tears, are so lovely. They seem to want me back again, to hold me once more. Even if the story those eyes whispered was true, the heart I killed will not return. That’s your fault too — people shouldn’t fall so deeply, kids. 🥺🌻♥️ Forgive me a thousand times!!! --- 04. A reality inside a fantasy — 😍 I love it. 😍 On days full of longing, walk with that feeling down a road where no one else is, until you reach that place. 🌹 Yes!! It would be beautiful if you were there too. ❤ Sit on that bench, look toward the heart of things until the night grows long... Plenty of moonlight, a sweet snack, and a song playing as you gaze inward. Share a quiet moment with me on some gentle lane... Look up at the cloudless sky that barely shows itself, shape that lovely face that never gives way to the heart, and write a poem for that name... On a late afternoon when the sun is low, stand amid a rope of vines and watch the patterns of the sky... At the edge of your limits, step into the rain and dance a little... Live in harmony with the world around you. ✍️✍️✍️✍️✍️✍️✍️✍️✍️✍️✍️✍️✍️ 🙂 Perhaps 🙂 you don’t know this side of me — this is the unknown part of me you know best... Yet the one you thought dead is an aesthete, a lover of beauty. ❤ Still, ❤ before you and after you, I have flowed toward these things without end. ❤ From: ✍️✍️✍️ 🥀 Even solitude is an art 🥀 --- 05. 🙂 (A Trial Unheard) 🙂 Memories that die in your name, their remnants still pierce me, wounding the deepest corners of my heart with silent unknowing. With the tremor of your touch, in the most beautiful of pasts, in that mournful love where you belonged to me, and I to you — a tender heart lies heavy, burdened with its sweetest memories, fading away. On a dusky evening of solitude, swallowed by an unyielding past, a love ended life upon the blade of sorrow. And so, my Lord, grant me leave! For those who sink, unable to endure, bear too much grief. I shall surrender my throat to love’s sharp sword of separation. Forgive me!! But now... it is time at last to descend to the moon from the sky. 06 ❤ Love is just like that ❤ No matter how much I weep, “After all, that’s you,” it changes nothing. I still love you. I’ll endure a little longer, won’t I? Yes — “one day, everything will be alright.” You are my whole world. 🌎 ❤ So why cry, then? 🌹 I still love you, my dear. ❤ One day, we will conquer ourselves together. 07. Yashodhara I, who became a Yashodhara upon the lines of your palm, believed that you would be mine... Ah! In the great turmoil of longing, you appeared — a divine being wearing a mask of fate. Alas! When I realized this truth, I had already traveled far, and my journey had come to its end. 🥀🙂 08. A love story of sky & Earth When the earth loves so deeply, does the sky even feel it…!? As the sky changes moment by moment, the earth holds everything gracefully, beautifully… 😇 It’s not because of anything else, but because of the love it bears for the sky… 🫂 Everyone in the world sees the horizon where sky and earth meet… ☺️ Yet the truth is, even if the world could see, those two will never truly come together… 😖 Just as not everything seen by the eyes is true, the connections the world sees are not always real — that is the clearest proof of all… 💯 So all I have is this one question: When the earth loves so deeply, did the sky ever understand that love…? 🥀 🥺🌻♥️ 09. You --- Though you may not know, even today, the one man who brings me peace in life is none other than you. The most beautiful chapter of life, begun with your innocent smile, will one day end, bearing only your name. Why wait any longer? I love you more than anything, my dear. 🌹🌹 --- 10. The secret of tears --- Shall I tell the tale that Nil Nuwan speaks, a secret to the world, yet to me, my beloved? Shall I place my hands without shedding tears, upon those two fair shoulders? Shall I shine as your lover, enveloped in the fragrance of hibiscus petals, freely? Will I be yours, resting always within the shelter of you? ♥️🥰 --- 11. Mock Hymn to the Golden Bloom O radiant heralds of the sun, You pose as though eternity were spun From petals, flawless, bright, and true— Yet all you know is yellow hue. You stand in clusters, bold, upright, Proclaiming joy, proclaiming light; But who shall tell your secret flaw? A fleeting life, a mortal law. Men pluck you, praise you, sing your worth, Then cast you down upon the earth; Tomorrow’s dust, today’s delight, A satire painted gold and bright. So boast, dear blooms, of your brief reign, A crown of cheer that hides decay; For even kings of gardens fair Are jesters in Time’s thoroughfare. When you reach your destination, the reality between the words will resonate in your heart. So, my friend, silence, speaks loudly••• Listen with a solitary mind••• Yesterday, today, tomorrow - all three times, the silent environment will see everything, bear the reality, and stand for you••• Thank you everyone _ Even solitude is an art. _