Khamosiyaan....

The hearts of men, once steady, crumble under the grindstone of despair.   Fear carves deep trenches, hollowing reason, burying honor,   until hands once clean turn black with deeds they swore never to touch.   Desperation is a devil's whisper, soft and relentless,   demanding action, any action—so long as it stains.   A mob is no mere gathering—it is a storm,   a spiral of screams and fists and fury.   Good intentions are swallowed whole,   dragged to the gaping maw of its wrathful core.   Stand apart, and it sees you—   sees you as a threat, an enemy,   a traitor to its boiling cause.   Hesitation is a death knell.   It brands the doubters,   devours them,   or twists them into complicit shades.   The mob roars louder, its voice a thousand blades,   cutting through the air,   cutting through the ...

I am a prince bound by mortal chains,   in love with a princess of shadow and night.   We were drawn to each other, despite what remained—   the curse, the factions, the endless fight. She was a vision in starlit dark,   eyes like blood and lips like flame.   I knew her secret, her unholy mark,   yet my heart burned wild, just the same. I miss her laughter, that wicked spark,   her mischief, her stories, her haunted past.   I’d wait for her in the castle’s dark,   knowing each night might be our last. We met in the tower, under endless stars,   as she showed me wonders, her world unknown.   Together we walked through midnight’s scars,   yet here I am, left alone. I miss the feel of her cold, soft hand,   the touch that froze and set me alight.   Her stories of realms, both cursed and grand,   her secrets shared deep into the ni...