Puisi Dendam Novels & Stories

*Dust* I stand in the clearing, my heart pounding like a war drum in my chest, the silence around me feeling heavy and oppressive. The moonlight spills across the ground like silver, illuminating the jagged edges of the landscape but casting long shadows that twist and stretch, taunting me with the unknown. River promised he would return soon, but with every passing second, fear coils around my heart like a vine, squeezing tighter.

Lives in you. Liam’s face blazed with the fierceness of the ones who had come before them, all the way back to the First prince whose eyes they both bore. You do not yield. Then he was gone, like dew under the morning sun. But the words lingered. Blossomed within Isak, as a kindled ember. You do not yield. Hades craped her dagger over the metal, right above her head. “When I cut you up this time, prince I’m going to—”

I used to drown in his gaze, but now, I only felt like grimacing and retching. "How am I supposed to forgive you after all the pain you put me through?" Jonathan lowered himself like my words crushed him. He shook his head, his eyes rimmed with red as he put his hands together as if in prayer. But I wouldn't yield. I had given him countless chances in the past, if only to prove to myself that I hadn't made the wrong decision. However, as I watched his face scrunch up in sorrow, I didn't feel satisfied at all.

guDiyaa Doll man men tarangen uTHne lagii hain Waves have begun to roll through my mind yeh kaisii yeh kaisii Of what sort, of what sort ab jaisii huun pahale nahiin thii I was never like this before main aisii main aisii I'm like this, I'm like this khilne lagii hain raahon men kaliyaan Buds have begun to bloom on the paths aankhiyaan DHuunDHe sapnon ki galiyaan My eyes seek the lanes of my dreams “Wow guys! This is our star performer.” Mandira said and I glared at her.

That very summit looked so far away. The wind howled through the lower branches of the majestic trees and through half opened tents. Men gathered around fires, sat and sang songs: Green green grass & willows; Weaving my sorrow. My yearning for thee. My yearning for thee. My yearning for thee. Quietly waiting for your return. Quietly waiting for your return. Tell me, my dear. Won't you come home? Won't you come home? Your homeland is longing for thee. Your homeland is longing for thee.