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Watching the wonderful world as I dart through the sky, Flying between head loaders as tired men pass by. No mountain or meadow, just rooftops so high, I live as they labour, a sparrow nearby. Meandering over market stalls, bold and precise, I pick at the nuts on the ground, grains of rice. From torn-open sacks where survival’s the price, Dignity, they say, is found in honest sacrifice. On Sundays and holidays, markets slow down, No wages for men when the shutters come down. Yet crumbs still lie waiting, scattered around, Hope, whispers the street, can still be found. But firing breaks out and the workers all run, Revolt shakes the street, day’s earning undone. Violence diverts both their lives and my sun, Hate,learns the alley, leaves no one won. So speed, bonny sparrow, through clamour and fear, Like men chasing work when no certainty’s near. We trust what appears, however unclear, Courage,says hunger, is showing up here. At night by the street lamps, the city lays bare, I rest in cr...

  We stand upon the sacred ground of history, A people forged by patience and perseverance. Our roots run deep in the soil of truth, Our ancestors' voices echo in every breath we take. We believe in the path of Satyagraha- The unwavering pursuit of truth, The quiet strength that withstands storms, The enduring power of dignity and resolve. Do not tempt us again with the shadow of Athyagraha- For we have abandoned that way for ages. We have walked its toll- Violence, despair, hollow victories. No one should teach us love or tolerance- They are not fleeting gifts or foreign concepts. Long before others learned brotherhood, We lived it in our shared breath and diverse tongues. Our cultures-ancient, profound, resilient- Are legacy, not fleeting fads. They stem from ancestors’ wisdom, Not to be dismissed by outsiders’ scorn. Like frogs trapped in broken wells, Or street dogs barking in the night- We do not crave the arrogance of poverty, Nor bow to the hubris of outsiders’ scorn. Respec...

  Love offers gifts- a whisper in the dark’s embrace, a gentle promise etched in silence, a touch that lingers like dawn’s first light, carrying hope beyond despair. The Sun proclaims with fiery breath: She lives because of me, a blazing gift of life and warmth, a love that burns with relentless passion, illuminating every shadowed corner. The Moon responds softly: She endures because of me, a silver glow in midnight’s quiet, a resilient gift of gentle strength, a love that learns to lose without fading, finding beauty in the shadows. And Earth, the silent witness, turns always toward the Sun, cradling the Moon in gravity’s tender hold- a delicate balance born of love’s quiet strength, a dance older than time itself. Yet beneath this harmony, rivalry stirs-a silent tempest, not born of hatred, but of proximity’s hunger, a storm beneath the calm, loves circling the same world. The Sun’s devotion hardens into wrath- fire demanding recognition. Days grow merciless, seasons fracture, a...

We built a future fluent in progress, yet illiterate in grace, as glass and steel rose proudly to replace the earth’s gentle voice beneath our feet- a quiet truth we chose not to meet. We chased the shimmer of innovation’s light, while forests slipped into endless night. Oceans carried the weight of careless need, each wave a warning, each wound a seed. Cities bloomed where roots were torn away, and profit learned to speak louder than clay. Ambition soared beyond the sky’s embrace, yet never paused to count the cost it pays. We taught machines to reason, to calculate and foresee, but forgot to teach humility- to honor life in all its fragile forms, to cherish stillness amid the storms. Silence, once sacred, now drowns in haste, patience discarded, empathy erased. Greed whispers louder than the plea of rain, and power’s hunger rehearses our pain. Within us rises a quiet war- between what we are and what we’re striving for, between the human and the wild entwined, the fleeting want and t...

  I loved with all the world had taught me, Patience gleaned from endless seasons, Hope borrowed from dawns that rise After interminable nights of shadow. I loved quietly, as oceans orbit the moon, Never chasing, only responding when called. True strength is forged not by what you gain, but by what you endure. I spoke once, not with anger, Not with drama, only with honesty. My words carried the weight of longing, Yet vanished into a void where echoes fade. Your silence-your deliberate non-reply- Was a cruelty that outshone gentle hearts. The kindest souls often feel the deepest pain. No explanations, no acknowledgments, Not even a soft farewell. Even your laughter, your hollow words, Felt like shadows over a wounded heart. I dislike your jokes- A small sting added to your neglect. Never let another’s indifference shake your sense of worth. It was absence magnified, A weight pressing on a soul That loved with sincerity. Yet within that heavy silence, My spirit found its voice- A sym...

Life is a rail line stretching far, Forged beneath a newborn star, Two shining paths of steel and soul Carrying us toward an unseen goal. We board with hearts both brave and worn, At dawns of loss and days reborn, Each year a train that waits in time, Whistling hope at midnight’s chime. The tracks are paved with days gone by, With words unsaid and reasons why, Old mistakes sleep in the ground, Where memory hums a restless sound. Yet still the engine pulls ahead, Fueled by dreams we’ve barely said, By faith that burns when lights are low, By love we’re still learning how to show. At year’s end, standing side by side, We reach a station, doors thrown wide- Another name, another year, A place to leave our weight and fear. We set our doubts on the platform floor, Pack new courage and ask for more, Not gold or fame or flawless days, But strength to walk life’s shifting ways. The past rolls off with fading steam, Its echoes soft, like half-known dreams, Ahead, the rails begin to thin, Where ...

Do you remember me- not as a fact, not a line in the ledger of days, but as the warmth that lingered after the room went quiet, when the world fell silent around us? I ask it gently, though the question carries weight. It bends beneath the gravity of moments we never named- glances that outlived their words, silence that learned our voices. Do you remember me before the world rearranged itself, before time learned how to rush, before memory began choosing what to keep and what to soften into blur? I am not asking for perfection. I am asking if I survived the forgetting- if I am more than a shadow the mind sketches and quietly erases. Because memory is not storage. It is an act of care. It is repetition, return- the quiet decision to carry something even when it grows heavy. Do you remember me in the way a song still hears a voice a rance, a faith that love, like memory, persists. So I ask again, not for an answer, fter the singer is gone? In the way a place remembers footsteps long aft...

  Sleep now, my little fawn so dear, Sandalwood waters cool and clear. Autumn night hums low and mild, Moonlight rocks my sleeping child. Hush now, breeze, go drifting by, Carry my love where dreams lie. If she stirs and opens her door, Tell her my heart forevermore. Beneath the veil of night’s gentle grace, Dreams bloom softly in their space. Tomorrow’s promise, shining bright, Awaits you with the morning light.   In every breath, a hope reborn, A song of life, both tender and worn. Hold these moments, pure and bright, Guided always by love’s gentle light.  Close your eyes, no fears, no pain, All my longings rest again. In my arms the night will stay, Love will guard you till the day. Sleep, my dear, the stars will keep Gentle watch while you sleep. Rest in calm, in silver light, Wrapped in love-good night, good night. 

Words have forsaken me their echoes dissolving into the twilight of silence, like songbirds relinquishing their melodies, when the heavens forget how to sing, and the sky itself falls mute. Every motif I once explored, every dream I dared to chase into the horizon, has been distilled into a single, fragile vessel- an inkpot named existence- its contents now drained, hollow, like a well exhausted by endless drought, leaving only cracked echoes of what once was. My hands tremble- frail as autumn’s last, withered leaves- clinging desperately to a weathered, trembling branch; they no longer recall the weight of creation, nor the tender warmth of nascent beginnings, the fervent spark that ignited my soul. The pen- faithful confidant of my innermost self, my lifelong companion through storms and calm- slips silently from my grasp, like a lover departing in the hush of night, denying even the mercy of farewell, vanishing into shadows of unspoken goodbyes. I cannot lift it- cannot plead for it...

This Indian rainbow-yours and mine. Sindoor red, my heart begins, Like dawn upon the Himalaya’s crown, Where silent peaks hold ancient prayers And teach the rising sun to bow. Saffron skies pour blessing light, Like Kedarnath at break of day, Faith glowing soft in mountain air, Where love learns how to stay. Haldi gold flows warm and kind, Like Ganga’s healing, endless grace, You wash my doubts, you calm my soul, Till peace becomes our resting place. Peacock blue moves through my veins, Like Yamuna beneath the moon, Your touch a song of quiet tides, A monsoon humming into June. Emerald dreams in paddy fields, Like Brahmaputra wide and free, With you I grow through fertile lands, Rooted in what we’re meant to be. Violet dusk falls slow and deep, Like Narmada at twilight’s seam, Where whispered vows and secret hopes Drift gently through a shared dream. Indigo wraps the velvet night, Like oceans kissing Kerala’s shore, Your love, a sea without an end, Calling my heart forevermore. In gula...

  1 <3 U   2gether = ∞   4ever & always   U = my 1️⃣   me + U = 2️⃣💫   3AM thoughts → U   4 letters: L♡VE   7 days = missing U   24/7 = U on my mind   100% real, 0% fake   @heart#beats = U   $oul ∞ tied   *Us* > everything   :) → when U smile 😊   :( → when U’re gone   ❤️ + 🔐 = forever In symbols and signs, your love I see, A language of hearts, pure and free. From "1 <3 U" to eternity’s call, Your words echo deep, enchanting all.   You are my universe, my shining star, Together infinite, no matter how far. Through midnight thoughts and daily grind, Your love’s the melody etched in my mind.   A simple "U" holds worlds inside, A vow of forever, none can hide. In every smile, in every tear, Your presence is my heart’s sincere.   So here’s my ode, in symbols and grace, A love that time can’t e...

  I am the dawn, the breath of gold, Rising where the night grows old, I paint the sky in fragile flame, Yet every morning feels the same- For though I glow and call the day, I know the dark has slipped away. I love her not despite her shade, But for the quiet she has made, For in her arms the world can rest, Unburdened hearts within her chest. She keeps the stars where dreams can grow, While I am loud with all I show. She comes when I begin to fade, Soft-footed, calm, in twilight laid, And as I sink beyond the hill, She meets me there, unspoken still. No jealousy between our roles- We share the keeping of all souls. She is the pause, I am the start, Two rhythms of a single heart, Where I reveal, she teaches trust, Where I am certain, she is must. I light the path so eyes can see, She guards the truths that long to be. In her, the broken learn to mend, In me, the weary rise again, She wraps the world in velvet slow, I wake the seeds she lets me sow. We ...

I crossed the seas to look for God, Walked barren lands, searched sky and sod. I questioned waves and wind and stone, Yet everywhere, I stood alone. No footprints marked the waiting ground, No radiant face was ever found. The forests sighed, the birds all flew, The heavens kept their distant blue. Weary of calling, worn by quest, I turned at last into my chest. Within the heart, silent and broad, I found the dwelling place of God. Not throne nor crown, not rite nor creed, But love alone fulfills the need. The sacred flame is not divine- No heaven built by rigid design. It burns in kindness, lived and real, In every wound we choose to heal. In mercy’s touch, in shared despair, The face of God is everywhere. No temple built of stone or gold Can hold the grace that hearts unfold. The world itself becomes the shrine When human hands and hope align. Yet hear this now, you seekers loud, Who march in faith, convinced and proud- Why must your dreams of kingdoms high Still let the living suffer...

  Silent depths of my troubled nights, I seek the dawn’s forgiving light, A refuge in the Buddha’s grace, A gentle rain upon this place.   I ask to see with mindful sight, To walk the path of truth and right, Where hatred fades, where anger ceases, And loving-kindness slowly increases.   May compassion’s waters freely flow, Healing wounds I dare not show, Turning my deserts into springs, From selfless deeds, let peace take wings.   I bow in humble reverence true, To wisdom’s jewel, serene and pure, To peace born when desires end, To hearts that forgive, to hands that mend.   My voice rises as a tender song, Offering my heart where it belongs, Oh, lamp of Dharma, calm and clear, Guide my steps when fear draws near.   In darkness dense and heavy-laden, When grief has left my spirit shaken, Teach me suffering’s passing way, That all things change, none ever stay.   Pour your mercy like gentle rain, Not with wrath, not with di...

The Shore of First Light unfolds like dawn’s first vow, Where rivers stitch silver tales through yielding land; Mountains stand, like elders guarding ancient truth, And forests breathe, as if the earth itself could pray. Women rise from soil like memory made flesh, Not shaped by hands, but formed by becoming whole; They pulse as life’s enduring wealth and wisdom, Teaching the world the art of being alive. Evening drifts in like a whispered benediction, Cool sandalwood resting softly on the air; The sands, like scripture, keep the gods’ faint steps, Where time, unbound, dissolves itself to myth. Here the divine once touched the mortal shore, As flame meets wick to birth the will to dream; Desire learned its name without shame or fear, And longing grew into a sacred song. Non-dual light shimmers like a single breath, No line divides the sky from human skin; Prayer and body move as one clear rhythm, Teaching that wholeness knows no opposite. Ten sacred footsteps echo on this ground, Each ...

In the penumbra of a shattered playhouse, I remain, Laughter’s afterimage drifting through migratory sand. I built it from breath and provisional hours- You leaned upon it, measuring its endurance. When it collapsed, you said: this is how dwellings learn.   I gathered warmth in bowls-rice, evening, care. You called it surplus and cleared the floor bare. Memory flared briefly, then receded, Like ink summoned at dawn and promptly unneeded.   I left a girl sleeping in attenuated light. You named it instruction, not neglect, not night. She drowned without witness, without appeal, And you baptized the water, not what it concealed.   I tethered a kite to the clemency of air, Trusted the sky to honor my care. You demonstrated how strings refine into blades, How ascent is indicted for the risk it makes.   Stories once arrived when the dark grew humane. You concluded them early and sealed my brain. Chromatic wings unfurled, almost whole- You audited the fe...

Women, do not turn into abandoned monuments; do not let your light be silenced, frozen in stone or shadowed by the past. Be the shining flames that light the way- igniting darkness with your radiant grace.   Let your spirit blaze, unbound and free, like fire carried on the wind, guiding hearts through night and dawn, through storms and silence, through doubt and despair.   Be the torchbearers of hope and courage, the steady glow that others can follow, a living, breathing beacon of strength and wisdom, illuminating paths yet unseen, for those who wander, who seek, who yearn.   Do not fade, do not bow; rise as the flame, fierce and unwavering, a light that transforms shadow into vision, that turns fear into the warmth of possibility. Be the flame, the guide, the endless radiance- and let the world find its way through your light.