Novel & Cerita Wishing Poems

I cannot allow myself to cross those lines of feeling. Earlier, we went to visit the temple. Only mates were allowed to light a candle and make a wish together. I couldn’t believe I had walked through those sacred doors beside him, pretending to be his mate. The temple was beautiful—moonlit walls carved with stories of the Moon Goddess and her chosen pairs. As we stepped in, the priestess handed us a single candle and guided us to the altar. I could barely breathe with how close Demyan stood beside me. His presence made my heart ache, especially when our hands touched while lighting that candle. I had closed my eyes and made a silent wish but not for myself. I wished for him. For his safety.

Sometimes, I just come here to make a wish, like what I did just now. Underneath a bright blue sky, I found solace amidst the countless fluffy dandelion heads swaying in the gentle breeze. Their delicate seeds seemed to carry the weight of my worries, whisked away with every breath of wind. It was in this moment of serenity that I made my wish.

Was the homeless guy talking about me? “I’ll make your biggest wish come true.” Santa’s voice echoes in my head over and over again, and I realize that my frown turned into a smile when my face started to hurt, and my entire skin turned into goosebumps when I involuntarily looked up at the sky, and for the first time in my life, I actually felt that someone is up there, watching me... an angel... a wizard... damn me if I have an idea, but there is something, someone... and the feeling is one that can’t be described in words.

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He was obviously uncomfortable, as he faced them, and waved at them awkwardly. I scoffed inwardly, and added, "he is the best father any daughter can ever have and this gathering wouldn't have been possible without him. I appreciate you dear father, and I love you so much." I blew a kiss at him. Hmm! If only minds can be seen. The guests gave a standing ovation again and the claps became louder. "I love you too daughter!!" He half-yelled from afar. All this while the mysterious guests were still behind him and there were no smile on their faces at all. Only God knows what they are up to.

, Vyom signaled, on which leaned a little down toward the candle and closed my eyes to make a wish. . 'I wish...I wish you were not enemy.', I made a wish and blew the candle. . . #TBC

I wish, I haven't married you. And above all I wish, I never loved you. But the brutal truth is, no matter how much I wish, nothing is going to change now. But that still doesn't stops me from wasting my time, thinking, how I could have done things differently. ........................................... #Day 12

Well he told Anthony, but not me and Amara. I was sitting in the kitchen at the bar, eating a salad when Anthony came up behind me and squeezed my shoulder. We had gotten so close over the years that touching each other was a joy. I smiled and put down my fork. I turned towards him, making his hand rap around my shoulder in a hug-like position. I laid my head to his chest. He may not have been warm, but the softness of his skin made up for it. “If you could make a wish for your birthday, Asoka, what would it be?” I paused, running my hand across his unbutton suit, feeling his button up shirt under my hand.

You know, I’d like to brush your hair when things go ugly, as in when a tsunami hits the seawall and there’s no one to fix your hair out of fear. I will celebrate your eyes’ uncalculated blink as it might change the season from tinder-parched mornings to being 84 and still writing you poems. You know, I’d like to see you cry, laugh at people off to work, because you’re edged to clear the skies of jinx and throat-clogged pretensions. The paddling mallards, oh, I want to count

I wish, I'm the star you're talking about. I wish for the impossible. I hope one day someone like me will be your dream too.