ZapiThought

ZapiThought A poet wannabe

02/10/2025

O, the inability to exist after love's death—I live not. LiD, Love in Death, the series of poems born from love beyond its grave.

LiD: Under The Selfsame Moon

Dight was my heart for thee, unto the death,
’Twas perfect once, yet what a lovely twist.
Though sundered far, and drifting we forget,
Yet ’neath the selfsame moon, we both exist.

Thou art the one I loved with heart most true,
Thy fair and pleasing smile made my world shine.
Yet fate and time conspired to part us two,
Betwixt you and I, stood something divine.

Yet maugre love we shared, still none had fought,
Both hearts collapsed and fell upon the ground.
The blood that bled turned soil and stone to drought,
O, "greatest love," thou art with honor crowned.

O, "greatest love," thou art now long forgot,
The grave retains thy dust, yet I live not.

—ZapiThought

26/09/2025

Coeur, the heart of it all.

Coeur

Through misted streets where smoke and shadows weave,
Through rainfall's ripples, whispers rise and fall.
A fleeting thief is fate, a heartless knave,
That stands between us like a wall so tall.

Fate it may seem, we've crossed through endless tryst,
And the wall erode with a gust of wind.
That kiss under the rain became a twist,
Fate and coincidence—nay, love's true bind.

What we thought was foregone and fixed by fate,
Was but a meeting born of silent love.
Yet still let me love you, said by the slate,
Fate or chance it may be, it's love above.

She was a glimpse, yet now she fills my art,
A chance unbidden, carved into my heart.

—ZapiThought

25/09/2025

And indeed, what matters most is love that still rings true.

WbC VIII: Eunoia

I sit beside a candle's dancing glow,
I think while winds blow soft through gentle trees.
I'm in a thinker's pose while thoughts do flow,
Like waves that surge upon the seven seas.

I've pondered long—is everything by fate?
Or is it all but simple, merely chance?
Are they the questions I should ask? Mind's spate.
Why don't I simply trust this fleeting dance?

Yet in these doubts, one thought began to rise,
"If time froze and thoughts blurred from a brief kiss,
And all the world stood still before our eyes."
Then blaming fate or chance seems so amiss.

If fate or chance had led me here to you,
What matters more is love that still rings true.

—ZapiThought

12/03/2025

What drives love—fate or choice? That kiss should've been the answer yet questions still arise.

WbC VII: Sympnoia

I am in awe—entranced—I cannot speak,
That fleeting moment when our lips first met.
It left a mark, a spark upon my cheek,
"Is this our fate, or just a chance we set?"

The bump, the roots, the chain I can't constrain
"Did fate allow, or guide with unseen grace?"
The kiss, that kiss, a moment in the rain
"Did fate take hold, or let it fall in place?"

Yet should we ask if fate had played his part?
Or should we write the story as we will.
If love has stirred a longing in our hearts,
Then let us meet where time is standing still.

So take my hand, let doubts and questions cease,
For love needs neither fate or time's release.

—Zapi

09/03/2025

The peak, the climax, the pinnacle—the culmination of all the fated coincidental encounters. The CRESCENDO!

WbC VI: Cadenza

The rain's gentle whispers hath filled the air,
A soothing hum that attuned the heartbeats,
As two souls entwined under the rain's fair;
Waltzing in the rain, a bunch of deadbeats.

Raindrops tapped out a staccato tempo,
As the pair swayed in perfect harmony.
Whilst the droplets rattled—a legato,
A sonorous and sweet cacophony.

Yet all this noise suddenly turned silent,
And the time hath frozen, a complete stop.
A kiss in the rain, a fleeting moment,
A fugacious instant where droplets pop.

A kiss in the rain, that spark was enough,
To start a lifelong yarn, a tale of love.

—Zapi

04/03/2025

Again and again, two souls collide—maybe by chance, maybe by fate. But what happens if the pattern ultimately shifts?

WbC V: Confluere

On crowded streets where wailing horns resound,
We're once again fated to meet by eve.
The once-blind headlights dim without a sound,
A masterpiece no mortal hand could weave.

The same bump happens—just as twice before,
And now, the crowd gives way without delay.
It sets the stage for what we both long for,
An aisle where neither one of us will stray.

Yet something’s different—fate stands on our side,
Or so as it appears—I wonder why.
Perhaps the threads of destiny confide,
Oh fate—you weave with such a playful lie.

And what can I do? Fate chooses to forbear.
Let's yield to this—oh, aren't we quite a pair?

—Zapi

02/03/2025

Fate's a trickster, its tease left an undeniable mark.

WbC IV: Fatum

Time has waned, the sun has set then risen,
Moonlit vigils—tormenting nights have passed.
Feelings linger, yet I will not listen,
Thousands of questions my mind has amassed.

This keeps occurring—tell me, is it fate?
That crowd, that street, that bump, that same person.
Coincidence? Well—I'm losing my faith,
What this is, seems like I won't be certain.

Yet all these signs are not just playful wisps,
Or is it? Is fate toying with my soul?
But how could this keep happening—these wisps,
Do they mean something? One that makes this whole?

Yet still, if destined, fate will let it be,
Or meddle just to end it mockingly.

—Zapi

27/02/2025

A nigh reunion, a peak of "almost"—the fate's cruel tease.

WbC III: Destin Recontre

On the midnight streets, we meet once again, Unlike before—tonight feels soft and bright. The same old crowd, the same street, yet not then, Days have passed, but our hearts still feel the night.

The same bump happened—fate had set the way, Entwined, we move as fate pulls on its strings. Each end tied to the other's heart and sway, And moving away feels like countless stings.

Yet we part before even saying "hi," For the crowd rushed before the dawn's first glow, Though I tried, I could do nothing but sigh, And not knowing your name left me in woe.

Is fate in jest, or are we bound as one, To meet again beneath another sun?

—Zapi

23/02/2025

The mysterious bump, the enigmatic identity, and the unforeseen chance—Initium really left a mark.

WbC II: Entwine

Days have passed since that fleeting glance they shared,
Yet that moment has lingered in their minds.
Beneath the same moon's glow, they sit and stare,
While the wind whispers and the window sighs.

They both cry out, "But who are you?" and stare,
A fleeting encounter had left a mark.
A subtle bump became a thing so rare,
As grinding metals striking up a spark.

Yet why does longing sprout where none should grow?
Beyond these walls, the moon casts ghostly light,
I wonder, love, did time not seem to slow? Do you, too, feel the echoes of that night?

If fate is kind, then let our paths entwine,
Or shall we fade as echoes lost in time?

21/02/2025

A beginning, a chapter of a story. The opening of the series: Written by Chance

WcB I: Initium

A clamoring chorus of the honking horns,
A street aglow with blinding neon lights. Then, in the crowd, a sudden bump transforms
The shrill into a glimpse of flashing sights.

A muse, my shoulders bumped into a muse, Awestruck,
I froze beneath her fleeting glance.
She is a stranger but she is a muse,
Oh, what a chance—so rare, so left to chance.

Yet who would've thought we'd meet once again?
Who would've thought she'd mean a lot to me?
Was it already written with fate's pen?
Or are our hearts just bound by mystery?

She was a glimpse, yet now she fills my art, A muse unbidden, carved into my heart.

—Zapi

05/02/2025

Is there any treasure or wealth greater than love?

Tesora

No greater treasure could the world bestow,
Not even a rich man's wealth can compare,
Than love for you that endlessly will grow.

No greater loot in the dungeons below,
Can compete, even a pile can't be near,
No greater treasure could the world bestow.

No greater hoard or flock may ever grow,
Nothing comes close to this love, dear, I swear,
Than love for you that endlessly will grow.

No greater vault of gems with shiny glow,
All this comparison is too unfair,
No greater treasure could the world bestow.

No crown of gold nor gem could ever grow,
No trove buried in the sea could compare,
Than love for you that endlessly will grow.

For love exceeds what riches can bestow.
Let me love you, dulcinea, sweet and fair.
No greater treasure could the world bestow.
Than love for you that endlessly will grow.

—Zapi

29/01/2025

Dulcinea in Thralldom

Your love, a cage where I will always stay,
No matter how cold and tight is the cell.
My heart, a captive, never seeks to stray.

Me, leaving this four-corner dark room? Nay,
I have fully succumbed to love's sweet spell.
Your love, a cage where I will always stay.

Me, wanting to escape this jail? Nay,
For this cell, will never feel like in hell.
My heart, a captive, never seeks to stray.

No matter how many trials pass, I'll stay,
For you have my heart ensnarled in a spell.
Your love, a cage where I will always stay.

No matter how long I'm confined, I'll stay.
For this hex, I don't want to dispel.
My heart, a captive, never seeks to stray.

I have fallen, completely like a prey,
And love feels warm, unlike a magic spell.
Your love, a cage where I will always stay,
My heart, a captive, never seeks to stray.

Oh, to be held, yet never feel trapped; to surrender, yet never feel lost. A love so consuming that even in its captivity, you find solace, warmth, and belonging? Dulcinea in Thralldom speaks of such love—one that binds not in chains of suffering, but in devotion so deep that escape is neither sought nor desired.

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