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  A tiny bump, a summer bloom, A wart appeared, dispelling gloom Of holiday plans with sudden dread, Upon my hand, it bravely spread. Bare feet on grass, slow summer days, The world unfolded in a hazy maze. Grandmother saw, with knowing eyes, A secret held behind her sighs. The stove top hummed, a gentle heat, Water warmed for tiny feet, And neem leaves crushed, a bitter smell, A magic brewing, I knew well. She traced a circle, slow and round, Upon my skin, where trouble was found, A whispered chant, a lullaby, Half prayer to gods up in the sky, Half promise whispered, soft and low, That summer warts would surely go. My friends, they knew, with youthful grace, The remedies for this disgrace. From dusty lanes and schoolyard lore, They offered cures forevermore. "Show it to the new moon’s light," "Count every star throughout the night, Then spit three times, and make it go," "The wart will vanish, soft and slow." "Turmeric paste, with salt combined,...

 The Indian ocean breathes, a giant lung, So vast, its song remains unsung. In every whisper, every roar, It beckons hearts to explore more.   A shimmering expanse, endless blue, It holds a universe within its hue. No edge to find, no final line, Just water meeting sun and shine.   The waves crash on the sable shore, A dance of foam forevermore. They steal your breath with salty spray, And carry dreams far, far away.   Rocks stand guard in silent grace, Sheltering life’s delicate place. Shells like treasures from the deep, In gentle hands, their secrets keep.   Seagulls cry a lonely tune, Circling beneath the silver moon. Searching for a morsel’s grace, A fleeting glimpse of ocean’s face.   The ocean hums a lullaby  That soothes the soul and clears the eye. A timeless rhythm, soft and slow, Where hidden truths and currents flow.   Wild and free, its spirit calls, Inspiring dreams that never fall. A love as boundless a...

  Beneath the sea where patience lives, A blue whale moves with quiet grace. Above the world, a sparrow sings Of wind and light and open space. The bright sun crowns their meeting hour, Spilling gold on wave and wing. It watches sea and sky draw near, Then gently pull from everything. They meet where sea and sky agree To touch, but never intertwine- A boundary clear, yet honest still, Like love that knows its own design. “I cannot fly,” the whale says soft, “But I can stay, and I can hear.” “I cannot dive,” the sparrow smiles, “But still, your song is always near.” At night, the moon takes silent note, Stitching silver through the tide. It learns that love does not require Two worlds to merge or coincide. They do not ask to change their forms, Nor wish the other less than whole. They learn that love is not a cure, But the clear knowing of a soul. The tides rise faithful to the moon, The currents carry ancient truth- That some hearts move in different ways, Yet pull each other all t...

A silent breath begins the open page; Dawn lifts the cover, names the day as mine. White margins wait for hands that choose a word. Small steps learn balance, falling into light; Wide eyes drink color, sound, and sky made new. Each morning hums a promise to my feet. Warm sparks of friendship catch against the wind; Shared laughter trades its truth at edge of dusk. Trust learns its flame by standing in the storm. Time thickens ink; sharp lessons press the heart. A shadow settles, heavy in the chest; Tears cool the ground where broken roots took hold. I step ahead; my wonder leads through dark. My will is forged by standing all alone; Strength wakes where none had named it living yet. High peaks demand the courage of my climb; Low valleys hold the hush of doubt and fear. Both tune the grain and color of my self. No borrowed map can fit another star; Their winds are set for far and foreign shores. My course obeys the pull I choose to trust. I hold love fast; kind hands unlock the world. S...

 Life is a story, a book yet unbound, With pages unwritten, adventures profound. A simple beginning, a breath and a sigh, Then colors exploding, reaching for the sky. The cover is blank, a canvas so white, Ready for sunshine, and glimmering light. The title? That’s yours or me , a name we will choose, With laughter and whispers, the paths you infuse. The first chapter unfolds, a stumble, a crawl, Learning to stand, never fearing a fall. Exploring the world with wide, curious eyes, Discovering wonders in sunrises and skies. Then friendships ignite, like candles so bright, Sharing secrets and dreams in the fading twilight. Building castles of sand, and chasing the breeze, Planting seeds of kindness in rustling trees. The plot starts to thicken, with twists and with turns, Lessons are learned, and sometimes it burns. Heartbreak may visit, a shadow so deep, But tears are like rain, allowing the soul to sleep. Don't be afraid to embrace the unknown, To wander and wonder, and stand on yo...

  My mother’s love, like sunlit rain, Falls soft upon a child’s pain. It knows no walls, no fence, no door, It spills its warmth forevermore. It flows like rivers to the sea, Unquestioned, deep, instinctively. No map can guide its endless way, It guards the night, it greets the day. My mother’s love, a seed so small, Yet strong enough to outgrow all. Through storms it bends but will not break, It stands awake for my sake. A fragile flame, a whispered song, A steady hand when things go wrong. She shields it from the bitter breeze, With tireless care and gentle ease. Let kindness be her daily bread, And sacrifice her child’s bed. For love she gives, so pure and bright, Turns darkest hours into light. So I hold her close, and honor too The quiet strength she carried me. For mother’s love, so fierce, so true, Lives on in all you say and do.

Love is a quiet, gentle breeze, I feel it whisper through the trees. It asks for nothing, gives its all, And stands beside me when I fall. I find it walking city streets, In corner cafés, quiet seats. On country roads at evening’s glow, Where porch lights hum and time moves slow. We build no fences out of fear, No walls of doubt to keep love clear. Together reaching, near and far, Across the land, where loved ones are. I see it in a grandma’s smile, A baby’s laugh that stays awhile. In schoolyard gates and hospital halls, Where hope feels small, yet softly calls. We feel it waiting at the door, In kitchens warm, on worn wood floors. At bus stops, parks, and checkout lines, In ordinary, passing time. I don’t keep score of wrong or right, I choose instead a gentler light. A listening ear, a steady hand, I learn love helps me understand. Through storms of anger, hurt, and pain, We trust that love will still remain. It bends, it sways, may wear a bruise, But never breaks, and never used. I...

  We are not flames that flash and disappear, But steady embers shaped by passing years, A quiet warmth reflected in our eyes. We learned to listen more than speak too fast, To hear the truth beneath each fragile word, And meet each silence without fear or doubt. We tend this fire with patience, touch, and care, Let trust take root and slowly open hearts, Choosing to stay when turning would be easy. There are the nights when shadows test our flame, When hurt speaks loud and pride demands its say, Yet still we reach before the dark takes hold. For what we hold outshines all silver, gold, A living vow renewed in daily acts, Not sworn once only, but again, again. So we keep watch as seasons change their course, A garden grown through kindness, tears, and joy, We keep it lit-our love, our guiding light.

Quiet ways in , love moves through time again; We feel its weight in loss and fear made light. No eye can trace the paths it forms for us, Yet still our hearts know love will lead us on. Where shadows stay, its glow will break the dark; We walk the roads once lost to dust and doubt. It asks no price, no plea is drawn from us; It stands through storms, unmoved and still intact. In small, still moments, life grows clear and true- The dawn-lit glass, the laugh that rises free. To be well known is grace we hold as real; Here love takes root and learns the sound of names. We live in now, each breath a loaned release, Each beat a gift we cradle without claim. Love threads our days and binds our fragile tales; Through night and day, our stories learn to stay. It teaches grace, and how to hope through loss, To plant new trust where older wounds once lived. Though years may shift and former truths may fall, Love keeps its pulse when all else breaks apart. Though maps may change and borders rise...

  The Measure of Words In gentle speech we shape truth, guiding hearts with care, Our words become the core force, steady, just, and clear. Through patient tone we plant seeds, hope rising everywhere, And silence yields where kind light drives away all fear. A noble mind speaks with weight, never born of pride, Its language holds a deep power, firm yet always kind. When voices choose their true path, no wound is left inside, For speech reveals the heart’s mark, written in the mind. Soft whispers rise with soft glow, warming coldest air, Their echoes build a safe haven, free from harsh despair. Each careful word a bridge point, spanning doubts laid bare, While listening hearts find safe harbor, answered by care. Yet words misused can break firm, cutting deep like steel, Their force can darken bright skies, crushing what is real. The silence that we choose well repairs what pain can steal, And thoughtful speech becomes the strong light, our hearts can feel. In every tone we show wort...

  We love our parents every day, And respect our teachers in every way. We listen to elders, kind and wise, Their gentle words are precious advice. We care for friends and help each other, We love our land like our own mother. We protect nature, sky and tree, Good little children we strive to be.

Don’t fear the sweat or heavy strain, While others sleep or drift in vain. Each sharp refusal, each bold try, Lays bricks that lift your work sky-high. When silence tempts you into ease, And comfort whispers hollow pleas, You choose the grind, the steady pull, To shape your strength and make it full. Doubt wears the mask of gentle rest, And tests the limits of your chest. But still you climb, pace slow and sure, Believing time will compound more. Each failure cuts, then teaches well, Where force must bend, where ego fell. You track your gain in vows you keep, In work still done while others sleep. No crowd applauds the tower’s rise, No sudden flare splits open skies. Just years aligned with daily weight, And patience welded into fate. So bear the load, let effort cry- Your hands have built what stands this high. Not luck, nor gifts, nor borrowed light: You earned the view. You earned the height.

I used to work for money, bright and thin, Watching gold like a river slip through my skin. I sold my hours; they vanished day by day, And time never asked if I was happy to stay. I chased the comfort of the present’s glow, Paying with tomorrows I didn’t yet know. Earning to live, then living to earn, Circling fires that refused to burn. But I learned there were lessons hidden inside, Skills only sharpened when comfort is denied. I saw how value is shaped, how it’s bought and sold, How ideas can turn raw effort into gold. Now I build engines the world can’t yet see, Quiet machines learning how to run free. I pour my will into each gear and each line, So the work keeps moving when the rest is mine. I still earn my keep-but I’m learning much more, No longer chained to the ticking clock’s roar. Once a tenant, just paying for breath, Now I own every moment of the life I have left. And this is not mine alone to claim, It’s the quiet choice behind every name. Each soul must decid...

And then she hums- My mosquito wife, persistent, near, Her tiny presence threading the dark, Her song a constant vibration I cannot ignore. At times, words fail- They don’t make sense, A jumble in my mind, I ignore them, I do not dwell, I do not turn them over, do not dissect. They become mere noise, A hum I cannot silence, A vibration threading through all I hear. Her wings hum, delicate but unrelenting, A rhythm threading through the hollow space, Like words circling, piercing, lingering, Impossible to silence, impossible to dismiss. She speak in endless streams, Their meanings slipping away, I nod, I follow, But am I truly listening? Or only pretending to understand? The night becomes a battleground- Where silence struggles to exist, Meaning once grounded now adrift, While her buzzing grows, A constant presence, shaping my attention. Sometimes, I feel angry , Something stirring deep within, A quiet resistance against hollow echoes. Even innocent words hover and pierce, Filling hollo...

  The quiet shadows in where she dwelled, A thief of her own light, she excelled. Not in theft of gold or fleeting things, But in stealing moments, silent wings.   She gave her love in whispers, in disguise, A fragile act, behind guarded eyes. Every part of her she softly hid, A treasure she borrowed, never bid.   She moved through love like a gentle breeze, Leaving parts of herself in silent pleas. Not out of weakness, but out of care, Believing love meant to be rare and spare.   She walked in step, a shadow’s grace, Leaving her truth in a secret place. Her love, a quiet, unseen art, A gentle theft from her own heart.   She learned to hide her pain, her need, To keep the peace, her love’s quiet deed. A delicate balance, a dance so fine, A love that cost her parts of her divine.   But beneath the calm, a silent ache, A longing for her own soul’s sake. A whisper in the dark, a silent plea- To be seen, to be free, to simply be. ...

Poem :The Judas Within Author:Jayankarthika Laziness lingers when our bodies entwine Soft breath dissolves the edges of the self Time loosens knots it learned to call a name A heart lies open in a wine-bright cup Warm silence circles thought like drifting smoke A red dragonfly marks borrowed light Its wings move slowly through the mind’s deep tide The heart learns weight by floating without will We hold until enough forgets its fear The night angel watches without a word Her eyes teach darkness how to cradle flesh Dawn hesitates outside the inner room Some mornings never cross into the sun A shadow kneels where love once named itself Faith flickers, fed by what it cannot see We walk with blades we once believed were vows Betrayal breathes beneath familiar skin A Judas wakes inside the quiet chest Yet silver melts when held in open hands The wound remembers how to close itself No voice condemns the heart that stands exposed Three truths return, no longer edged with fear: To love without...

I dance with love and loss, in dusk and day, My words entwine a quiet, shadowed fray. Fragrance arrests my step, dawn fleeting, pale, Barroom echoes linger where my sorrows trail. I watch the caravan , the folded page, unseen, I love from afar, hearts tethered, yet between. Innocence surrendered, I am left confined, My barred heart yearning, flesh craving, yet resigned. I speak of love-true, yet tethered, bound, Yet delusions paint the world with tinted sound. It is likeness, not the soul, that I ensnare, My demons evolve, leaving stories to declare. I pray no prayer, hold no creed-just knowing deep, In hidden corridors where shadows softly creep. Sun withheld, I bear the Little owl with quiet grace, Wisdom etched and wrought upon the contours of my face. I am fallen, wandering through the dark, I seek the dawn’s fugitive, fleeting spark. In silence, in the ache, in the tender quake- My love remains fragile, solemn, sorrowful wake.

  The quiet corners where visions dwell, I trace the dreams no one can tell. Thoughts like fireflies in my private night Flicker softly, unseen, with secret light. Passion stirs in the hush of my chest, I carve new paths within, unexpressed. Ideas like stars ignite without sound, Shining alone, where none look around. Curiosity whispers, guiding me deep, Through shadowed halls where wonders sleep. Boundaries fade in my inward gaze, As hope and wonder quietly blaze. A symphony hums behind closed eyes, Colors dance where no one spies. In this hidden realm, my spirit soars, Building worlds behind invisible doors. Here in the garden of my mind, untamed, Ideas flourish, unrecognized, unnamed. Each thought a secret, a spark in the dark, A universe imagined, a private arc. So to those who dream in shadows and light, Let your quiet sparks ignite the night. Though unseen, your visions shape the skies, A world awaits the magic your mind belies.

The quiet hush of morning, I watch her rise, Life shared between us, beneath familiar skies. Some days are sweet, laughter spilling over tea, Other days bitter, sharp words from both you and me. Her touch is tender, soft as velvet on my skin, Chewy challenges test us, patience worn thin. I fold forgiveness slowly, like dough in my hands, She spreads understanding, gentle as shifting sands. Shadows of old arguments sometimes remain, Crunchy pride breaks slowly, leaving small strain. Yet even in friction, a subtle flavor shows, A depth of love only our years could compose. In early days, love was fresh, bright, and new, Tangy surprises danced between us, spark and hue. Her laughter a fizz of champagne, wild and free, My heart, smooth chocolate, melting in company. We tasted adventures, sweet, bitter, and rare, Learning together, testing, daring to care. Even the tang of mistakes, the grit of our flaws, Added depth, seasoning life without pause. Then came seasons of weight, of stress and ...

  In alleys long, where shadows crawl and stretch their length, I saw her eyes;wild storms I could not understand; She trembled soft, her past erased by cruel hands of fate. A shell struck hard;the gods in furious dance above- I lost my sight; the sun and rivers faded from me; Yet in the dark, her laughter pierced the endless night. I offered her sweet Banana milk, pale glow of innocence; Its fragile warmth-a hope that even broken hearts can hold; A taste of days untouched by war, by blood, by fear. We spoke of love, of fleeting worlds that cannot stay; Of holding on, when history draws borders in our hearts; Dreams torn apart, yet still our hands could grasp the small light. She whispered tales of past she never lived nor knew; I murmured futures lost, yet still we shared the present; Our silence spoke of courage that no war could erase. Borders drawn in blood, nations torn, homes swept to dust; The rich survive, while streets bleed, the poor left to decay; Yet still our fingers c...

  In twilight’s hush, where shadows stretch and creep, Across the fields, the silent darkness seep. A jagged flash ignites the sky’s vast span, A lightning’s sword, slicing night’s silent plan.   The wind’s fierce whisper, carrying rain’s perfume, Gathering strength in storm’s impending bloom. Thunder’s deep voice rolls through hills and dale, A mighty echo, telling nature’s tale.   Lightning’s swift arc, a streak of fire, Splits the darkness, lifts spirits higher. Each spark a song, a thrill that hums, A dance of power where the wildness comes.   The storm proclaims its fierce delight, A blaze that blinds the eye’s sight. Electric veins in clouds ablaze, Unleashing fury in a fiery maze.   Trees bow low, torn by wind’s fierce cry, Leaves cast adrift beneath the sky. Through streets and lanes, the howling wind, A voice of winter’s wrath unpinned.   Silver rain, like threads of steel, Hammer earth with relentless zeal. Drops drum on r...

At twilight soft, I lift my painted wings to flight, I drift on air, I shine bright, borne by fading light, Through whispering leaves, my rainbow wings move fast strong, I carry joy, a moment’s bliss, and dance along. On sunlit wings I bear a message, clear and kind, A spark of hope I leave behind in heart and mind, My gentle sway, my pure bliss, lifts the weary day, I fade from sight, yet in your souls I still will stay. Across the fields, I trace my paths no eyes can hold, My fragile form, my bright strength, quiet yet so bold, I bend the air, I crown the dusk with silent grace, And leave my warmth where night begins to take its place. I speak no words, yet still my meaning settles deep, A fleeting gift, our shared truth, something you will keep, For even brief and trembling wings can clearly show That joy can rise, then pass you by, and still be so. I pass through lives you rush beyond and barely see, Yet pause awhile, and you may learn from moving me, For joy grows small, then brig...