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In quiet strength, the heart finds grace, A gentle breath, a slower pace. Though tempests roar and shadows creep, Peace is the promise we can keep. A blow may fall, a word may sting, Yet peace is still a chosen thing. To strike again is easy done, But truest power strikes at none. A single word, a fleeting glance, Can shatter or restore the dance. But wisdom whispers, soft, discreet: “Choose the love that won’t retreat.” Let anger’s fire be kept in check, And kindness guide each step, each trek. For in restraint, true power lies— A calm that lifts, a hope that flies. The world may test, provoke, incite, But still, the dawn will chase the night. And in our hearts, a steady song— Peace endures when all feels wrong.

  A ladder of the life, so tall and wide, With rungs of moments, side by side. Each step a lesson, learned with care, A tapestry of joy, and doubt, and despair. At base, a babe, with eyes so bright, Ascending, bathed in golden light. Through childhood's games, and youthful dreams, The ladder climbs, to conquer streams. Of trials faced, and victories won, With every ascent, the sun is spun. Love's gentle touch, a guiding hand, A helping voice, across the land. I climb my ladder, step by step, With each new height, my fears I’ve kept. The rungs are woven from my dreams, From silent tears and whispered schemes. At times I stumble, sometimes fall, But rise again, I hear the call— To push beyond what I’ve known, To carve my path, to find my own. The view expands within my soul, As I embrace the lessons whole. Each scar and smile, a part of me, A story told in memory. This ladder is my life’s own art, A testament to my brave heart. And though the summit, may seem so high, The journey...

 Oh capriciousness, your name is woman, A dance of shadows, moonlit and moonless, In your whims, the stars are often spun, A mystery woven in silk and dusky dusk. You bloom like spring’s first fragile flower, With petals soft as dawn’s first light, Then fade like whispers on the wind’s hour, Lost to the night, gone out of sight. Your laughter is a restless river, Flowing swiftly, wild and free, A melody that makes hearts shiver, A tune that echoes endlessly. Your tears, the rain on summer’s eve, Falling gently, then fierce and fast, A tender ache, a silent grieve, A memory that’s meant to last. In every glance, a web you weave, A spell of charm, a touch of fire, In every smile, a secret grieve, A mystery that will never tire. You are the tide that pulls and waits, A quiet strength beneath the sea, You open and you close the gates, Of what the world can truly be. A shifting sand, a turning stone, You hold the secrets of the deep, A kingdom built and overthrown, While all the weary w...

  She carries skin like truth— a sacred fabric woven from her stories, each thread a testament to resilience, a canvas of experiences etched in every fold.   Yet the world, with its cold eyes and shallow gaze, calls it a weapon— a tool of conquest, a currency of desire, a stage where her worth is measured in looks and longing.   When she bares herself, is it freedom— or a mirror reflecting chains, polished and shined by centuries of silence and shame?   Her body is not a market, not a painting to be priced by wandering eyes, not a silence dressed in shame, but a voice— a language older than laws, a whisper of the universe’s first breath.   It speaks in gestures, in glances, in the quiet strength of her stance, a dialogue that needs no words, a declaration of sovereignty— her choice to reveal or conceal, her right to define her own narrative.   Her form is not a commodity for others’ possession, but a vessel of her spirit’s fire, an ...

 At this crossroads, I stand alone, A silent fear, a trembling stone. Decision’s weight upon my chest, A burden pressed, no time to rest.   My mind races, storm and calm, Each thought a whisper, a fleeting balm. Suffering’s shadow, cold and near, A mirror of my hidden fear.   In this moment, I feel the ache, Of choices made, the paths I take. A voice inside begins to swell— A quiet scream, a ringing bell.   The past’s regrets, the future’s mist, All tangled in my clenched fist. Yet somewhere deep within my core, A flicker stirs—an ancient lore.   It whispers softly, strong and clear, "Stand tall, face all that you fear." A spark of hope, a fragile flame, That whispers I am not the same.   The weight of suffering, heavy and vast, Teaches me to hold on fast. For every tear, every doubt, Is what life’s struggles are all about.   I feel the ache of every choice, But in my silence, I find my voice. A strength born from the pain...

In longing's quiet ache, I seek her, a woman whose youth has softly faded, whose heart’s fire now smolders in gentle ash, yet only she can ignite the madness within me, and I, in turn, must love her madly,without end.   She has crossed the vast, endless currents of life, a soul tenderly kissing the edges of eternity, in corridors of affection where whispers dwell, trembling in rain, leaping in joy at clouds’ dance.   She captures storms in a single line of verse, gathering the universe into my dream’s core, her hand in mine on wet sands, listening to her voice,endless, luminous of sunsets, beauty, wonder’s silent song.   Her eyes, drunk with longing’s fire, gaze deep into mine, igniting love’s intoxication, a blaze that flares within, unquenchable and wild. Later, with a chest full of song, she rests singing of life’s fleeting futility, while I listen, awakened by desire’s pulse.   In those moments, she’s helpless before age’s sway, yet in my fing...

  The final call echoes deep in my soul, A heartbeat’s rhythm, a profound toll. It moves within the silent night, A whisper of farewell, yet a promise of light. It stirs the depths where my hopes reside, A gentle wave on this changing tide. It summons me to face what lies ahead, To shed my fears, let courage spread. I hold the grace of Sundays past, Soft moments meant to ever last. One last time, I feel its embrace, A sacred whisper, a divine trace. I will not let it fade away, I’ll let it linger, let it stay— A melody of love, pure and true, A quiet reminder of what I must do. This final call, my simple song, To hold on tight and stay strong. Within the vessel of my heart’s vast sea, The last wind carries hope through me. It is a fragment, a sacred way, Not the end, but a new beginning’s play. A dawn of trust, a light so clear, A path of faith dissolving fear. And when this moment passes by, I know life’s journey does not die. It opens skies where spirits soar, Where dreams rise h...

  Upon the wane of hope, when faith's fragile flame Doth flicker low, a shadow of its name, And in the silent, suffocating gloom, A spectral dimness seals a star's soft tomb. The heart, once steeped in fervent, cherished dreams, Now whispers softly, rent at all its seams. Enshrouded, lost, it longs to find anew, A kindling spark to pierce the darkness through. Yet in the vespertine, a whisper calls, A velvet utterance, on the soft air falls— “Hold fast, for dawn is born of blackest night, And stars, in shadows, burn with purest light.” For every night must yield to day's embrace, And sorrow finds its own appointed space In healing fields, where hope may yet abound, Watered by tears upon the hallowed ground. When hope dissolves, and faith appears as gauze, Remember life's a breath without a pause— A fleeting instant, yet divinely cast, A chance to rise, to be aligned at last. So let the shadows' murmur softly creep, And trust the tides of time, profound and deep— For...

JavaScript (Node.js) // Our love runs on an event loop. class OurLove {   constructor(you, me) {     this.you = you;     this.me = me;     this.memories = [];     this.signal = 1; // 1 == true, but softer.     this.heartbeat = null;   }   async connect() {     if (this.you && this.me) {       console.log(`${this.you} ⇄ ${this.me}: handshake complete.`);       this.memories.push("first meet", "shared laughter");       await this.#whisper("Promise resolved: we continue.");       return true;     } else {       console.error("ConnectionError: one side undefined.");       this.signal = 0;       return false;     }   }   #whisper(msg) {     // private promise: secrets between us     return new Promise((resolve) => {       setTimeout(() =...

  C++: # include <iostream> # include <vector> # include <string> using namespace std ; // My Love Class class My_Love { public : string name; string heart_status; int connection_strength; // Constructor My_Love( string n, int cs) { name = n; connection_strength = cs; heart_status = "stable" ; } // Function to check if our connection is true bool check_connection () { if (connection_strength > 9000 ) { return true ; } else { return false ; } } // Function to update the heart status void update_heart_status ( string status) { heart_status = status; } }; int main () { My_Love my_dear ( "Sree" , 9999 ) ; cout << "Compiling my heart..." << endl ; cout << "Initializing connection to " << my_dear.name << "Sree" ...

  In silent admiration, I gaze upon her lips, A gentle curve that beckons, a secret in their dips. They hold a universe of stories, unspoken, yet profound, A language in their silence, where hidden dreams are found. Soft, inviting, they whisper of longing and grace, A delicate invitation, a fleeting, tender trace. Each subtle movement, a verse in an unvoiced song, A melody of yearning that lingers all along. Their crimson glow like dawn’s first tender light, A promise of passion awakening the night. I’m bound by the spell of that silent embrace, Where words fall away, and only feelings take place. Like petals at twilight, they glisten with fire, A hush of devotion, a vessel of desire. I follow their rhythm, I follow their breath, A dance that unites both life and death. And in the hush of that unspoken sphere, I hear the pulse of love drawing near. It speaks without syllable, it shines without sound, A vow in the silence where our hearts are bound. And then I awaken to a deeper, sa...

 In the quiet cadence of my soul’s refrain, A yearning stirs—an ache, a sweet, soft pain. To be with her, the echo of a dream, A tether to infinity’s slow-winding stream. Without your light, the world is muted gray, A hollow stage for a fleeting, loveless play. Life’s vibrant shades grow cold and dim, A lonely song upon a broken hymn. I crave the brush of her tender, sacred hand, A vital pulse in shifting, empty sand. To feel her breath, her heartbeat close and near, A truth that melts and banishes all fear. For love is not a momentary spark, But boundless rivers flowing in the dark. A universe reflected in her gaze, A timeless dance through all our living days. In her presence, I find my truest grace, A boundless sky, a home, an ageless place. Nothing else matters, only this profound bliss— A love profound, an infinite, gentle kiss. So let me anchor in her brilliant light, Through every fragile day and silent night. For without her, this fragile, living art— Would cease to bloom a...

  Beneath the ancient trees, where whispers dwell, I hear echoes of a time when shadows fell— A silent cry from depths I’ve seen, A story etched in wounds between. My humble soul, in earth’s cold grip, I serve in shadows, a sorrowed slip— A hole in ground, a banana leaf, A symbol of disdain, my silent grief. No feast of joy, no radiant cheer, Just hollow echoes of what once was near— Festivals of light, yet shadows cast, A chasm deep, a history vast. My dignity, a fragile flame, Buried beneath social shame— Cast aside, ignored, unseen, I live in a world unkind and mean. Oh, how my heart aches for the pain I bear, For silent suffering, a lingering snare— A reminder that beneath the surface lies, A longing for equality, for open skies. I call for change, I make this plea, To break the chains that bind me— A world where all are held with grace, Where love and justice fill each space. I dream each soul deserves a table of love, Not a hollow hole, but the skies above— Where dignity bloo...

  Pitter-patter, raindrops fall, On our windows, hear them call! Karkidakam rains are here, But little hearts leap high with cheer. Unniyappams, golden, sweet, Tiny treats for little feet. We’d sneak one here, one there, Laughing loud without a care. A pookkalam, round and bright, Welcomes us with colors light. A flower today, tomorrow two, Till twenty-eight colors greet our view We’d dash through puddles, splash and play, Chasing friends along the way. The swing would creak, the oonjal sway, Up and down, we’d laugh all day. The tailor’s yard seemed far and wide, Yet Onakodi made hearts swell with pride. Stories told by voices dear, Of Maveli’s kingdom, elephants, and cheer By riverside, we’d run and sing, Our Onappattu welcoming spring. For vallam kali practice near, Our little boats would race and steer. Thithithaara, thithi thai,thai thai thaka thom Splashes danced beneath the sky. Cheers and laughter filled the air, As tiny boats went here and there Oh, Pilleronam, soft and sma...

In tender guise, I bloom with grace, A porcelain smile upon my face. Soft whispers ride the gentle breeze, A calm I wear, a quiet tease.   Yet deep inside, a tempest wakes, A restless shadow that stirs and shakes. Beneath my surface, bright and still, Lurks a wildness no light can kill.   Veiled in purity, my secret fire, A fervent pulse, a fierce desire. A spark that quivers, then ignites, A flame that carries me in flights.   Gentle outward, fierce within— A paradox where I begin. Like dawn’s soft glow on midnight’s seam, I am both pure and wild in dream.   My innocence, a fragile shell, Holds stories only hearts can tell. A delicate balance, my silent plea— To be both free and tender, wild and free.   I walk with grace through shadowed night, Embracing fire, embracing light. For in the dance of dark and bright, My soul ascends in radiant flight.   In every breath, I find my truth— A fierce, tender, endless youth. A wildflowe...

  Like tides that kiss my restless shore, My life’s waves roll in evermore, A dance of hope and silent fear, A whisper only I can hear. They surge with dreams both bright and bold, Each crest a story I’ve retold, Unpredictable, fierce, and wide— A journey only I can ride. Some waves are gentle, soft, and slow, A lullaby in ebb and flow. They bring me gifts—a friend’s warm hand, A simple joy I understand, The quiet sunrise, soft and gold, A precious memory to hold. They cradle me in tender grace, And leave a calm, comforting trace. Others crash with roaring might, A tempest in the dead of night. They bring the sting of bitter loss, The heavy weight of sudden cross. A broken trust, a whispered lie, A dream that flickers, fades, and dies, Testing my strength, igniting fire, Awakening deep desire. In every wave’s relentless sway, I learn to dance, to find my way— To stand on shifting, trembling sand, To reach and offer out my hand. Within the space where swells collide, A deeper streng...

  I was born in silence, before time’s first flame, A ripple unchained, with no master, no name. From the womb of stars, I broke the void, A thunder of being the dark employed. I am the pulse of galaxies wide, The roaring breath where comets glide. Across the planets, I carve my song, A force eternal, fierce and strong. I strike with the fury of suns that die, I ride on the wings of a newborn sky. Supernovae herald my flight, I am the anthem of endless night. Through nebula veils and cosmic streams, I shake the fabric of timeless dreams. The universe trembles at my command, Yet I slip unseen through matter and sand. I am the echo that never ends, The sound of beginnings, the arc that bends. In every star, in every flame, The cosmos remembers my hidden name. I am the blast, the storm, the fire, The voice of creation, raw desire. Forever I move, forever I sing, The boundless breath of everything. I am destruction, fierce and wild, Yet mercy too, both wrath and child. I tear, I heal, ...

  I used to see the world in lines, In stark and simple, bold designs. A black and white, a cruel divide, With one part dark, the other, light. My heart held fears that kept us bound, To separate on common ground. But then I saw a fleeting truth, That passes fast, from age to youth. We are but sparks of a hundred years, With fragile hopes and whispered fears. Like stars that burn and then are gone, We share the dust we're built upon. Why build these walls of caste and creed? Why plant a separation's seed? When every one of us, in time, Returns to earth, a single rhyme. We are but people, born of love, Beneath the same vast sky above. Let's drop the lines that keep us apart, And find the shared home in the heart. For in this fragile, passing race, Our one true home is an embrace.

  I am a train, steel wheels in flight, Roaring forward through dawn’s first light. You are the girl, sun in my sway, Pulling me softly along the way. My wheels grind iron, sparks ignite, Carrying dreams through endless night. Your laughter hums, a song in time, A gentle pulse, a guiding rhyme. Together we surge, force and grace, Two hearts aligned, one endless race. A train and girl, rhythm innate, Racing forward, sealing our fate. Your spirit fuels my burning fire, A steady flame, my compass, my pyre. Through tunnels dark and bridges torn, Your light leads me, reborn, reborn. Sometimes I swerve, rails scream and bend, Shadows rise, doubts press, contend. Yet hope ignites where fear would reign, Your spark revives me through the strain. Every derailment hammers the track, Ash and sparks push me forward, back. Failures are rails that twist and curve, Shaping my strength, teaching my nerve. From cracks and breaks, my steel ascends, Each fall a push, each stumble mends. In failure’s ...

  In corridors of idle sound, across India’s bustling maze, Where traditions intertwine, and red tape sets the pace, Officials with weary eyes drift in distant, endless dreams, Navigating forms and rules beneath a thousand layered skies, it seems. Chains of cold bureaucracy stretch silent, gray, and tight, A fortress built of rules that dims the human light. Corruption’s subtle whisper threads through dusty halls, Casting shadows over hopes and dreams that echo through these walls. Public coffers plundered, stolen by cunning hands, Justice bent and twisted, blind scales marred by demands. Funds meant to lift the people sink in secret streams, While courts, once guardians, bow to hidden schemes. Yet ordinary lives bear burdens few can understand, Some are safe with steady wages, while others strain and stand. Trade unions rise to champion rights, a steadfast, constant voice, A shield against injustice, helping the weary make a choice. Yet in the maze, sparks survive; voices quietly ...

  The untouchables dwell within the caverns of our collective psyche— A pernicious shadow woven by millennia of systemic hypocrisy, Built on mendacious lies that perpetuate division, Sowing discord and igniting a relentless systemic oppression.   No divine scripture sanctioned such segregation, No moral law endorses the stratification of humanity— Worth is an intrinsic flame, not a superficial hue, A luminous dawn that dispels the moribund night of bigotry.   We are not the privileged, nor the subjugated— We are an indivisible continuum, a singular symphony of existence. A relentless tide of justice, unyielding and uncompromising, Crushing the edifices of tyranny and racial apartheid.   Your hierarchies of hatred are scaffolds of antiquated lies— Destined to crumble into oblivion, rusted and decayed— No longer will we acquiesce to the tyranny of supremacy, No more will we tolerate the corrosive venom of discrimination.   Discrimination is a v...

When I feel the weight of it, a ghost of your name lodges in my throat. A silent, endless line of tears threatens to break the world since you chose to go. I wish to cry, just once, to let it all escape. To make this heavy heart lighter, and find my way through this painful shape. But I know that nothing will change, that the ache will stay, for you are still gone, and I am here alone. Sometimes, a single, quiet tear escapes my eye, as if to whisper softly, "I miss you...a part of my longing." It is a tiny, salty pearl, not a relief, but a small thread of hope. This single tear, though small in form, carries a memory so immense, like a universe within it that says, "There is still a love to hold on to." And I know, this tear is heavy, too, for it shows me that my love is still alive, and I still feel that unceasing beat of a heart that will not stop missing you.