Copyright © 2025 Sanya Kurd
There are many reasons for it. I can write pain, horror, fiction, politics, religion as well.
I can paint a vivid picture of the huge mountains standing as the giants in the green field, surrounded by birds.
I can write about how a girl got over the fear of stain when she was in the early stages of her cycle.
I can write about a boy who didn’t understand how competitive the market would be once he grew up. I can write about him suffering emotional abuse from his family, just because he hasn’t started earning.
I can write about a woman who was walking down the aisle but was stopped because her father couldn’t hold back his tears. I can write about how she stopped the walk, stood with her dad, and told him how much he meant to her.
I can write about a mother who was dealing with substance abuse and still tried her best to become sober for the sake of her children.
I can write about a father who, even in his 60s, went to work to make sure his children get the best from life.
I touch other topics off and on, but I chose to write about love. I write poems about how love has shaped my perspective of the world (haven’t posted many of those).
an I can’t tell you if my love story is a hit or not. But I can surely take you down the road where I first met love in its very raw form.
I saw it standing alone, in the rain, with its head down, as if in despair. I thought of it as a stranger and went ahead to offer umbrella. I touched its shoulder, to which it immediately looked back as if it was already expecting me.
Looking back, it gave me such a warm smile that I had never seen before. I never saw anybody smiling at me with such affection, such reverence, such tenderness, such wholesomeness.
I stumbled back on my feet in surprise.
I didn’t know how to react. I still thought of it as a stranger who was smiling at me. To be honest, in the first few moments, I felt it was creepy, but as those moments drowned in the river of passing time, I began to like it. I liked the feeling.
I felt something inside my heart. It felt as if something was rising in my chest.
I felt the heaviness of waves in there. I felt my ribs tickling with the heaviness. I felt as if grain-like particles were swarming through my stomach, rising slowly toward my mouth.
There were unfamiliar palpitations and flutterings all over my body. And all of this didn’t happen immediately, but only after I gave it a little time.
I looked down. I was embarrassed by my condition. Then, it did something unexpected.
It cradled my chin with its thumb and lifted my face. I got to look into its eyes. Those were the eyes, so deep, so mysterious, so haunting. I kept looking.
I felt the depth was endless.
I jumped into the well of those eyes, in search of water. As long as I gazed into those eyes, I kept falling but didn’t reach the end.
It made me understand it's something beyond my experience. But I was experiencing it. I felt lucky. I felt honored. It kept caressing my chin. I kept feeling goosebumps.
I smiled back. It felt so good to smile. I smiled so wide that my dimple became visible. I realized this was the first time I had smiled, truly.
It touched my cheek. It fondled my skin. I was in disbelief. It felt like a crime, but I loved every second of it.
I looked at it while it was touching my skin. I wasn’t naked, but I felt bare.
I felt intimacy in that gentle touch… something I had never experienced before,
something I didn’t even know I craved.
My heart was throbbing, desperate to burst out of my chest.
I wanted to rip it open, pull out my heart with blood spilling from it, and hand it to Love.
I wanted Love to fondle my heart the same way.
I wanted it to continue for eternity.
But the rain stopped.
It also stopped.
It took its hands away from my chin and started walking.
I called out, hoping that it would look back again, that the rain would pour again, and I would feel its touch on my skin again.
I kept calling, but it never turned.
I screamed and started running towards it.
But the more I got closer, the farther it seemed.
My brain started spinning. But I kept running.
I still am running to this day, and still, it feels far from my reach.
But I don’t give up.
I’ll keep running to it until it calls me back or I lose my breath.
It's like a loop, but I’d die to experience it one more time.
For just one more touch,
One more glance,
I’d do it all. Again.
-Sanyaa
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Metaphorical Image Breakdown:
(You don’t have to read this unless you’re curious)
This one is layered in imagery and I thought posting meanings would help in understanding what I mean to say.
And of course, I don’t have the time to write meanings. I wrote my piece (in two hours because I think a lot with flashbacks lol). Then I posted it in a software, asked AI to break down imagery for readers, fixed where it got it wrong and replaced with what I actually meant.
Here’s the breakdown.
1. Love personified as a figure in the rain
“I saw it standing alone, in the rain, with its head down, as if in despair.”
Meaning:
You're treating Love as a living being vulnerable, quiet, almost tragic. The rain symbolizes sorrow, cleansing, or transition. Love is not grand or glowing. it’s drenched, heavy, and human-like. This subverts clichés and immediately tells the reader your version of love is raw, melancholic, and possibly wounded.
2. The offer of the umbrella
“I thought of it as a stranger and went ahead to offer umbrella.”
Meaning:
Offering shelter to love represents openness and courage—your willingness to engage with something unknown, painful, yet sacred. The umbrella is symbolic of care, protection, and maybe your own emotional boundaries.
3. Love’s smile
“It gave me such a warm smile…such reverence, such tenderness…”
Meaning:
This is not just love being kind—it’s love being intimate, spiritual, and wholesome. You’re capturing that rare moment when love feels pure and unconditional. It's overwhelming, surprising, and almost too much to bear.
4. The internal reaction (waves, fluttering, grain particles)
“It felt as if grain-like particles were swarming through my stomach…”
“Unfamiliar palpitations and flutterings all over my body…”
Meaning:
You use sensory metaphors to show how love physically invades your body. It’s anxiety, euphoria, and vulnerability all at once. The “grain-like particles” give a tactile, organic sense of chaos and transformation like your whole system is being rewritten.
5. Cradling of the chin and looking into the eyes
“It cradled my chin… I got to look into its eyes…so deep, so mysterious, so haunting…”
Meaning:
This is the climax of intimacy. The chin cradling is a gentle control, vulnerability. Looking into the eyes of Love is like diving into the unknown. Chin cradling also refers to how love gives you butterflies, the feeling of safety and an influx of hormones :)
The “well” metaphor conveys bottomless emotional depth, possibly a longing for something eternal or unreachable. It also means to feel years of agony go away because of the emotional attachments.
6. Giving your heart, literally
“I wanted to rip it open, pull out my heart… and hand it to Love.”
Meaning:
This metaphor is brutally honest. It shows the extremes of emotional exposure—you’re ready to be wounded, to bleed, if it means being fully seen or touched by love. This is raw devotion, desperation, and intensity. It also means that when you do love someone from your heart, then you just want to sacrifice everything for them. You are willing to leave everything for them. You want them to become a part of you, and many other things can be said here :)
7. Love walking away & the endless chase
“I called out… kept running… the more I got closer, the farther it seemed.”
Meaning:
This is the tragedy of love. The chase represents longing and the illusion of closeness. It may reflect unrequited love, long distance, emotional distance, or simply the nature of love to be fleeting and uncontrollable. The “loop” you're stuck in mirrors obsession, hope, or fate.
The rain stopped. Rain can’t be controlled by us. It also shows helplessness. The love had to be separated because of some responsibilities, hindrances, or some external factors.
8. The final lines: the sacrifice
“I’d die to experience it one more time.”
Meaning:
This is the emotional punch. It reflects the depth of yearning—a craving that’s spiritual, physical, and irreversible. You’re not afraid of repeating pain if it means tasting love again.
You just want to feel love, and it doesn’t matter to you anymore if you get to experience pain in that process. Love turns into desperation. It turns a person who was walling to shade others into someone who now, just want his happiness, his peace, his love, and is willing to go any measures to achieve it.
-Sanyaa and A.I
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This is good sanya💐 you wrote this so well you're a beautiful writer