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Dear Readers, Welcome to scribble! I'm thrilled to have you join me on this journey as we explore different genres of writings together. Whether you're a seasoned enthusiast or just beginning to delve into this fascinating world, this blog is your go-to destination for insightful articles,and engaging discussions. As the owner of scribble, I'm passionate about literature,physics, art and dedicated to providing valuable content that educates, entertains, and inspires. But scribble is more than just a collection of articles—it's a community. I encourage you to join the conversation by sharing your thoughts, questions, and experiences in the comments section. Together, we can foster a supportive and vibrant community where everyone feels welcome and valued. So, what can you expect from scribble : Here's a sneak peek: 1. Immerse yourself in the lyrical beauty of poetry collection, where each verse is a window into the soul of the poet. 2.Lose yourself in the captivating narratives of short stories, where every plot twist and character arc leaves you craving for more. Whether it's tales of love, mystery, or adventure, our stories promise to whisk you away to distant lands and enchanting worlds. 3.Immerse yourself in the world of literature with insightful book reviews. 4.Whether you're here to learn, connect, or simply enjoy some quality content, I'm confident that you'll find something valuable here at scribble Thank you for embarking on this journey with me. I look forward to sharing many exciting adventures ahead! Warm regards, Taufique Ahmed Owner, Scribble

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Those Eyes

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Her eyes were not merely eyes—they were abysses They pierced my aching soul , Into which I fell.  They looked at me, yet did not see me;  They consumed me, yet offered nothing in return but the echo of my own desperation. To love her eyes was to grasp at shadows, to reach for the unattainable.  Their beauty was a torment, An accusation I could neither refute nor accept. In their depths, I found my longing, my love, My suffering, my own reflection distorted . And yet, I could not look away. They held me captive . I love her eyes as a moth loves the flame, knowing it would perish, yet drawn toward its own destruction. Her eyes are the kind of beauty that mocked the observer. They were not warm, nor welcoming; they were distant, like a landscape glimpsed afar.  I stared into them not because I wanted to,  because I had to.  Every glance was a trial, every flicker handed down without explanation.  There was no love in them, not really, only a cruel illusio...
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Bliss to The Eyes

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Oh, her smile! A bliss to the eyes for a moment. What’s in them that melts my heart? A silent whisper from the heavens, perhaps, Or the cruel jest of fate, weaving its threads. I, a wanderer, am drawn to their light. And I am helpless, am consumed. I cannot grasp it. It hovers just beyond,  Like a fragment of a dream that flees at dawn. It should be nothing—just a smile, But it grasps me, constricts me . A riddle I dare not to solve, For to know is to lose, and to lose is despair. Her eyes seem to judge me without effort, Not cruelly, but indifferently, As if they’ve seen this all before, My trembling, my helpless awe. And yet, I am drawn to her. Drawn not by hope, but by the inevitability of it. Her presence is not an absurdity, A reminder that meaning is not mine to grasp. But her smile is like the essence of coffee,  Bittersweet and addictive, A warmth that lingers long after it's gone, Leaving me, craving for more. Her smile is like being bathed in sunlight, A warmth that ...
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Across The Multiverse

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In this realm, we're worlds apart, Our love a whisper in the dark, But in another universe,  we stand, Hand in hand,  I trace the threads of time and space, Searching each dimension’s face, Where sorrow never touched us, Where love was not a battle to lose. There you would never say goodbye, Our stars align beneath the sky. In another, we never fell apart, Love forever bound to our heart. We'd laughed at the simplest things,  share quiet moments with each other's company,  Our hands would find comfort in each other's, Fingers tracing the edges of fears never spoken aloud. Finding solace in the spaces,  where silence would be kind. The weight of the world would seem lighter to bear, There, the silence wouldn't t scare us, It would hold us, like a promise we both believed ." But here, in this cruel, fleeting world, Our fate is like dying winter leaves unfurled, I ache for what we aren't or we’ll never be, In this reality’s broken sea. In this world, we're...
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