Waking away from Love
By Ahmed Jalali
My heart now loves to run,
This is not a joke told for fun
The same story I know it all :
« One day,man,you got to fall ! »
But this heart’s now a house with a single light,
for so long I have keep it dim, I lock it tight.
I’ve learned the way that love can go—
it leaves too soft, it breaks too slow.
There’s one old name I never say,
It drifts through night and day.
It lives in chords, in faded tunes,
in quiet stars and borrowed moons.
I will not fall. I’ve fallen through.
I know what broken loving can do.
I know how the night grows thin,
And let the wind come rushing in.
But my wind has become so wise —
it speaks, then slips between goodbyes.
It takes, it turns, it won’t remain,
it knows the heart, it knows the pain.
So I walk on, alone, but whole,
listening to the wind of my soul
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The poem feels like someone walking away from love with a heart that still trembles but finally knows its own limits. It carries the quiet strength of someone who has dimmed their inner light just to keep it safe. The “old name” that drifts through music and moonlight feels like a ghost that refuses to loosen its grip. Every line holds the ache of a person who has fallen so deeply that falling again feels impossible. The wind becomes a companion shaped by loss gentle, wise, and unwilling to stay where it hurts. There is tenderness in the way the speaker admits what love has broken without bitterness or blame. The poem understands how heartbreak teaches us to guard the softest parts of ourselves. Yet it also shows a heart that, even locked tight, still listens to its own quiet truth. Walking alone becomes a way of stitching oneself back together, step by step. In the end, the poem feels like a whispered promise: the soul still speaks, and the speaker is finally learning to follow its wind.
Like the other time, a wonderful reading in the text.This takes me back to my high school days where one of my smartest teachers taught us how to treat a poem as an entity with body and soul.
Thanks a lot Sir.