Whispers of the Forgotten: Embracing the In-Between

In realms where ink cascades like dreams unfold,
Where words ignite the canvas of the soul,
There lies a tapestry beyond the lines,
Unveiling life's enigma, deep and vast.
Amidst the verses penned with careful art,
The poetry resides, unseen, unsought.

Within forgotten hearts, a symphony,
An ode to moments silent and concealed,
In hidden realms where shadows intertwine,
Emotions whisper secrets unexpressed.
In murmurs, echoes of the untold tales,
The poetry of life unveils its core.

Through labyrinthine corridors it weaves,
Seeking refuge in the chambers unseen,
Where passion and desire entwined reside,
And fragile hopes, like embers, softly glow.
In whispered sighs, the verses start to form,
Awakening the essence of the heart.

The spaces between the lines, a dance,
A ballet of emotions, raw and pure,
Where longing lingers, yearning to be heard,
The poetry of life begins to breathe.
Each pause between the stanzas, pregnant, vast,
Holds power to ignite the dormant fire.

Unleashing passions long forgotten, lost,
The corners of forgotten hearts enshrined,
The hidden wellsprings of the human soul,
Concealed beneath the surface, deep and true.
For in the crevices of memory's grasp,
The poetry of life takes shape, alive.

The poet's hand may brush the written page,
But it is in the spaces, blank, untamed,
That life's sweet music finds its fullest voice,
And dances freely in the realms of thought.
So let us celebrate the in-between,
Where poetry emerges, bold and pure.

Beneath the surface, where the shadows play,
In the forgotten corners, love resides,
A realm where secrets whisper to the wind,
And fragile hearts find solace, intertwine.
The poetry of life, a delicate dance,
Unveiling truths in spaces left untamed.

In the forgotten corners, dreams take flight,
Where whispers of forgotten tales unite,
A tapestry of hopes, of joys untold,
In silences, the poetry unfolds.
The echoes of the heart, they softly cry,
Breathing life into the spaces that lie.

Within the lines, a world begins to bloom,
In hues of passion, love, and deep perfume,
Each word a brushstroke on life's canvas vast,
Creating art where memories are cast.
The poet's hand, a vessel for the soul,
Transcending boundaries, making hearts whole.

Yet, in the spaces between every line,
Lies the essence of life's intricate design,
The pauses pregnant with possibilities,
Where emotions bloom and find their remedies.
For in the gaps, the heart's true rhythm beats,
Revealing tales of love, in whispers sweet.

The forgotten corners house a treasure trove,
Of untold stories waiting to be wove,
In every soul that's weathered life's embrace,
A symphony of scars and beauty's grace.
So seek the poetry in every heart,
And let its light ignite your inner art.

In the forgotten corners, love remains,
Unfolding tales through joy and through the pains,
The power lies in our humanity,
To write our stories with audacity.
For life's true poetry dwells deep within,
In spaces unexplored, where hearts begin.

So let us celebrate the unseen places,
Where life's tapestry bears hidden traces,
For in the forgotten corners, love thrives,
And poetry of life forever strives.
In each heart's depths, a universe unfurled,
Where the spaces between the lines, the world.







































The poem is part of a full version found in the book "Homo Sapiens" Part XVII, written by Mawphniang Napoleon. This book is part of the popular "Homo Sapiens" book series, which can be purchased online at various online bookstores, such as Amazon. The book is available for purchase for those who are interested in reading the complete version of the poem. Remember to get all the books from the "Homo Sapiens" series, as well as other books by the same author.

So, don't hesitate and get a copy today from one of the many online bookstores.

Khublei Shihajar Nguh,
Dhanewad
Thank you