The Last Prayer -By Nooriya Siddiqua The moon hangs low, the night won’t end, The heavens break, the stars descend. A preacher kneels on shattered floor, His faith a ghost, his God, no more. The stained glass bleeds in crimson hue, The angels watch, but never move. The altar hums a dirge of pain, As ashes fall like dying rain. He prays for light, but none returns, The holy fire no longer burns. And in the dark, a voice so near Whispers softly, “I hear… I hear.”

The Whispering Room -By Nooriya Siddiqua The lamp went out, the air grew thin, A door creaked once, and let something in. The scent of earth, the chill of stone, You felt it breathe, though you’re alone. A music box began to play, Its song too old, too far away. Each note it sang was soft and slow, Each echo whispered, “You should go.” But you stayed still, afraid to turn, The shadows thick, their edges burn. Then from the dark, a voice so near “We never left... we’re always here.”

Till Shadows Learn to Sleep –By Nooriya siddiqua Beneath the earth, where whispers stay, Our love refused to fade away. The roses wilt, the candles die, Yet still your soul and mine defy. The grave may claim the breath we knew, But not the bond between us two. Through dust & dark, through endless night, Our hearts remain a single light. The moon remembers what we swore, That death shall part our hands no more. For even ghosts, in silence deep, Find ways to dream though they can’t sleep. Your voice still drifts through shadowed air, A hymn of love, forever there. I feel your pulse beneath the stone Your heart still beats inside my own. So let the world forget our name, Let time grow old, the stars lose flame. For love like ours was never brief It blooms, eternal, beneath the grief.

The Rain Remembers You -By Nooriya Siddiqua The rain remembers what I’ve tried to forget, your shadow, your smile, the night we met. It whispers softly against my pane, your name again, and again, and again. The candles flicker, the windows cry, I watch the clouds crawl across the sky. Each droplet falls where you once stood, beneath the trees, where love felt good. The thunder moans like my weary heart, torn by distance, kept apart. The world is drenched in shades of gray, since you and the sunlight went away. Your laughter haunts the silver air, I reach, but find you’re nowhere there. Still, every storm revives the past, a love too deep, too wild to last. I close my eyes; I see your face, reflected in each raindrop’s trace. If only tears could wash you near, you’d be beside me, standing here. But love like ours was born to stay in storms that never fade away. And though the rain hides skies of blue, it falls, my love, because of you.

The Looping Hour -By Nooriya Siddiqua Time turns slow, but never ends, It bends, it breaks, then mends again. The ticking stops, yet echoes stay, Repeating lives that fade away. You walk the path, you’ve walked before, Each shadow whispers, “Once, and more.” The clock hands twitch, the walls all stare, You breathe the same recycled air. The faces change, but eyes recall, A thousand names behind one wall. Each dream a thread that comes undone, Yet weaves again, the same old sun. And when you think the cycle’s through, The silence softly smiles at you. For time’s no line, it’s a waiting sea, And you’re the wave that used to be.

Where the Night Still Breathes Your Name -By Nooriya Siddiqua The wind moves slow through empty halls, Your echo stirs within the walls. The candle weeps, its flame turns low, Yet in its light, your shadows glow. The moon hangs pale, a ghostly eye, That watches love refuse to die. I hear your voice in the midnight rain, A soft lament that calls my name. Your memory walks where silence dwells, Between the toll of distant bells. Each heartbeat hums your quiet tune, Beneath the sorrow of the moon. The stars are scars across the sky, They shine where broken wishes lie. And though you sleep where time can’t wake, My soul still burns for your heart’s sake. So if the dark should call me too, I’ll cross the veil to follow you. For love like ours won’t fade or end, It haunts, it aches, it will not bend.

He’s Still Here –By Nooriya Siddiqua The walls remember every sigh, they hum your name when I pass by. The air grows thick, the light grows weak, I hear your voice, but you don’t speak. The mirror fogs without my breath, your outline forms, defying death. I turn away, your shadow stays, a ghost that loves but disobeys. Each night you whisper near my ear, "I never left, I’m always here." The floorboards creak beneath no feet, the silence tastes of something sweet. I close my eyes, yet still I see the grave you left now lives in me.

Ashes of Grace -By Nooriya Siddiqua The chapel burns, the bells don’t ring, The angels crawl, their broken wing. Once clothed in light, now dressed in sin, Their prayers are chains that pull them in. The holy books now bleed their words, No hymns remain, just mourning birds. The sky is cracked, the stars all weep, And faith lies buried, dark, and deep. A candle flickers, hope’s last breath, It trembles in the face of death. No heaven left, no gate to climb, Just silence lost in passing time. And yet they kneel in ash and flame, Still whispering a holy name.

To the One Who Chose My Lines -By Nooriya Siddiqua You chose the lines that bared my soul, The wound that time could not make whole. “What glory worth such bitter price, When love must serve as sacrifice?” Perhaps you felt the ache I hide, The storm that rages deep inside. For love is not a gentle flame, It burns through loss, yet stays the same. You saw the truth behind the art, You read not words, but felt my heart. Each verse I wrote, each tear that fell, Held stories words could never tell. If ever fate should keep us near, Know this, your heart has touched me here. Where shadows sleep and prayers remain, Your soul has walked within my pain. So take those lines, and hold them tight, They’re born from darkness seeking light. And though the war may part the skies, My love still lives where memory lies.

Bound Beyond the Grave -By Nooriya Siddiqua The night has teeth, it calls my name, Through ash and bone, through death and flame. Your touch still burns beneath my skin, Though years of silence lie within. I hear you breathe beneath the ground, In every shadow, your pulse is found. No church bell tolls, no dawn will rise, For love like ours forever dies. Yet even death cannot divide, Our restless hearts still beat inside. I feel your hand in every dream, Your voice flows dark through moonlit stream. The grave is cold, the stars decay, But still your soul won’t fade away. I walk the night where spirits weep, To find the vow we swore to keep. Let angels fear, let demons mourn, For from this bond no flesh is torn. Beyond all time, beyond all pain— I’ll die, and find you once again.

What the Night Knows -By Nooriya Siddiqua My dearest, the night has come again, soft and endless as your memory. It sits beside me like an old friend who knows too much and says too little. The stars above are distant eyes, watching me fall apart in silence. They do not blink, they do not move perhaps they, too, have lost someone once. I still keep the promises we made, though they no longer have a place to go. Your absence hums in every room, your laughter sleeps inside my chest. I breathe, and it stirs. Sometimes I talk to the darkness, pretending it understands. I tell it how your smile still burns behind my eyelids, how your touch lives on in the air between dreams and waking. The moon listens, pale and patient. It says nothing perhaps because it knows that love never truly leaves. It just learns to live in quieter ways. So I’ll keep loving you in this gentle ache, in the hush between heartbeats, in the glow that never fades. Because the night knows you were everything, and still are.