When we silence our ego and arrogance, and choose to understand from the other’s eyes, many conflicts simply melt away. With those close to our heart, even a little calmness in listening can turn miscommunication into connection—just like clouds drifting aside to let the moonlight fill the silent night sky.

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To those who truly understand, silence speaks beyond all words.
Words may falter, yet emotions remain—heard only by the rare few.
Amidst the restless crowd, a quiet loneliness drifts,
for no soul seems to touch the depths within.
And in that silence, the soul whispers like the moonlight on still waters—what words could never hold.

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Those who won't understand your silence won't understand your words; rather than being an option, it's better to drift away like a cloud with quiet grace — for those meant for you will hold on, just as the sky keeps its moon near, while some let you fade like a passing season, finding joy in playing with the fragile strings of another’s emotions when brighter stars appear.

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जीवन रेगिस्तान-सा, मृगतृष्णा दिखाता,
हर चाहत दूर का कोई तारा बुलाता।
हम दीपक-से जलते, अंधेरों को हराते,
सपनों की लौ से राह रोशन कर जाते।
हर ठोकर सिखाती—मंज़िल अब पास।

हम पंछी हैं, समय की हवाओं में बहते,
कभी छाया-सा ठहरते, कभी आँधी में रहते।
परिवार की मुस्कान ही असली प्रार्थना,
हर सुबह लाती है नयी साधना।
यात्रा ही जीवन है, उम्मीद ही आस।

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सोचा था बताएंगे हर दर्द तुम्हे
पर तुमने तो ये भी ना पूछा कि खामोश क्यो हो
फर्क पड़ता है क्या तुम्हे मेरे होने या ना होने से
क्योंकि कोई अपना यूं बेपरवाह ना होता
नाराज़गी तो होना आम है,
पर आवाज देने पे कोई अपना यूं मुंह ना मोड़ता

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Those who genuinely care will overlook the flaws, if any, and still try their best to continue—even when their efforts are unnoticed or taken for granted. They’ll smile through, adjust, and keep going. But the seasonal ones… they don’t need much at all, just the smallest reason, and they drift away—like a deer chasing mṛg-tṛṣṇā, forever wandering toward a mirage that was never meant to be found.

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We feel the urge to share every pain,
yet no one even asks why we’re silent.
Our worth seems tied to what we can give.
People stay to share smiles,
but forget to notice the hurt we hide within.
In the chaos around,
people fail to understand the silence we hold inside.
Amid the crowd calling us their own,
even the closest care only for themselves—
once their purpose with us is gone.

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A journey through crowds, yet alone in the stride,
like a lone leaf drifting, with no branch to confide.
Hearts once relied on now turn away unknown,
leaving the soul in silence, quietly alone.
Yet within that silence, a fragile peace may reside,
a gentle strength the storm cannot hide.

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"Words may hurt at times, but when your silence hurts someone — that’s when your presence truly mattered."

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People come, and people go—
how, when—no one truly knows.
But I promise, I’ll always try my best
to keep you in my life, in some way or the rest.

At times I may falter, may even cause pain,
but my extended family, it's your smile I wish to sustain.
All I ask—may I matter to you too?
May you fear losing me, the way I fear losing u?

Life will bring its share of highs and lows,
but through it all, I hope you know—
your long-distance friend, though far,
still cares for you, wherever you are.

With the hope of always staying close in heart and laughter,
and the expectation to continue to love, care,
and most importantly—irritate each other ever after.

Hope you can feel the heart behind these lines—
a quiet emotion, wrapped between the rhymes

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