Burning Coal

God is cruel in ways we cannot see,
He makes us fall for souls we were never meant to be.

Our own shadows whisper,
“You’ll wound them,”
so we bleed in silence, endlessly.

He folds our hands in prayer, yet not for our joy,
but to bless their happiness, while ours decays.

We watch the ones we love shine in another’s arms,
and our hearts crack quietly in the cold of their warmth.

We are left alone, hollow to the very end
If He wished to leave us void, why kindle the flame?
Why let the fire scorch us, only to turn us to ash?

Perhaps our life is coal, born to burn,
to crack, to smoke, to fade
until all we are is dust, scattered,
nameless, forgotten, carried by a merciless wind.

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She is an ocean of unfathomable depths many try to explore her,
but none can reach the heart she hides so deep.

Many come to surf upon her waves, yet her tides are so fierce
that they are cast away,
unable to remain in her world.

He was once a volcano
erupting with ego, attitude, anger, and negativity.
But after meeting her, He became a river, gentle yet restless, flowing only towards her.

Still, he has not reached her
for every river longs for the ocean,
but only destiny decides the union.

Yet He keeps hoping as in Kannada song praying everyday

ಕಾಣದ ಕಡಲಿಗೆ ಹಂಬಲಿಸಿದೆ ಮನ
ಕಾಣಬಲ್ಲೆನೆ ಒಂದು ದಿನ
ಕಡಲನು ಕೂಡಬಲ್ಲೆನೆ ಒಂದು ದಿನ
ಜಟಿಲ ಕಾನನದ ಕುಟಿಲ ಪಥಗಳಲಿ
ಹರಿವ ತೊರೆಯು ನಾನು
ಎಂದಿಗಾದರು ಕಾಣದ ಕಡಲನು ಸೇರಬಲ್ಲೆನೇನು
ಸೇರಬಹುದೇ ನಾನು, ಕಡಲ ನೀಲಿಯೊಳು ಕರಗಬಹುದೆ ನಾನು
ಕರಗಬಹುದೆ ನಾನು,

Will he ever dissolve into her embrace,
or perish midway
a barren land where rivers forget their song?
Only fate and time know the answer.

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He loved her in silence, afraid his words might chain her wings.
She loved him in silence, afraid her confession might steal his peace.

To him, she was a queen in her own world
a bird meant for endless skies,
a river flowing fearlessly toward the ocean.

To her, he was a king in quiet strength
a bird yearning for distant horizons,
a river she could never follow.
He told himself,
“If I cannot be her light, I must not become her shadow.”
She whispered within,
“If I cannot be his peace, I must not become his storm.”

So they both chose silence,
believing it was love’s purest sacrifice.

But silence became distance
distance became years
and years became a life unlived together.

When she stood by his grave at last,
her tears whispered the words her lips never dared
“I loved you… only you.”

And beneath the earth, in the silence of death,
lay a man who had once carried the very same secret.

Two souls who had burned for each other,
yet carried their fire to the grave
a love that stayed silent,
and died unheard.

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Zindagi

Na ameer bane, na khwabon ka dariya mila,
Zindagi ne toh dukh mein bhi sahaara na diya.
Middle class hone ka matlab bas itna raha,
Zakhm chahe jitne gehre ho,
Subah uth kar kaam par jaana hi pada.

Boss ko tere gham ki khabar hi kahan,
Dost bhi apne hi rangon mein gum rahe yahaan.
Na safar lamba, na chhuttiyan badi,
Na ashramon mein lakhon dekar sukoon milta kabhi.

Bas ghar chalana hai, EMI bharni hai,
Rishton ka bojh aur zimmedaariyan sambhalni hai.
Aur tere dukh?
Woh toh bezubaan reh jaate hain,
Sunn ne wala koi nahi,
Samajhne wala koi nahi…

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"When Prayers Take Them Away"

I don’t know why, but every time
I fall in love with the moon, the stars, the endless sky
I end up hurt, for I can never reach them, never even come close.
All I’m left with are their shadows, which I hold onto, pretending it is enough.

I whisper prayers, hoping the sun might arrive, someone strong enough to care for the moon, the stars, and the sky in ways I never could.

And as fate would have it, the sun always comes, claiming what I could only dream of.
I smile, I even feel joy, yet deep within, it carves away at me.

From once being an ocean with restless waves, I have withered into a stagnant lake
silent, unmoving, where even the lotus refuses to bloom.

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Mera hona kisi ke liye kabhi zaroori na tha,
Uske chehre ki muskaan bhi mere bina roshan tha.
Har khushi uske paas thi, jo main de na saka,
Main bas ek parchhai tha, jo waqt ke saath mit gaya.

Mohabbat mein bhi main raja na ban saka,
Na dil ka taaj, na yaadon mein ek kona mil saka.
Meri duniya bas uske ek nazar pe tik gayi,
Aur main dhool ban kar uski zindagi se bikhar gaya.

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The Expendable King

"He told himself over and over without him, they are happier; without him, she smiles brighter; without him, the world keeps moving untouched.

No one ever made him feel that his absence could leave behind even a day of sorrow.
In this world, he is an expendable king of no one,
heir to no throne, ruler of no heart.
His crown is made of silence, his kingdom built on absence
Unclaimed just nothing more than a dust in life"

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Most people, at some point in life, fall in love with someone they can never truly have.

Deep inside, they know it, yet they hold on to hope until the very last moment.

That moment rarely ever comes, and many settle with someone else, accepting it as a social norm. But a rare few keep waiting, holding on to the same love not just for this life, but for the next.

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A Beautiful memory

To be a good husband… to be a loving father these are not just wishes, but quiet promises written into the heart with hard work, patience, and gentle sacrifice.

imagine walking beside her, hand in hand, along the quiet shore… our footprints side by side in the sand, while just behind us, the tiny feet of our daughter the very heartbeat of our souls follow with wonder.

I see us holding her close, her little legs wrapped around us, her delicate hands clutching ours, her tender heart still untouched by the world… a heart we’ll one day try to protect from the pain some idiot may bring.
And when that day comes, he’ll find her father’s love is both fierce and unshakable.

Time will pass, as it always does. And we’ll grow old together still reaching for each other’s hands watching our tiny girl become a beautiful, graceful woman, a princess in every way.

And as the sun sets into the sea, casting golden light across the water, we’ll lie beside one another, listening to the hush of the waves, counting stars with sleepy eyes… all of it part of a dream called life

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In English they say
We weren’t meant to be.

But poetry

She was the moon I kept missing
in this life made of ocean.
I was the wave
rising, crashing, reaching
but she always ran
just before I touched the shore.

We moved like dreams
in opposite worlds.
Parallel hearts,
never meeting at the same beat.

Still...
I rose.
Higher.
Higher.
Each time,
for her.

Even when the clouds rolled in,
even when the sky turned its back
I reached.

Because without her,
the ocean in me goes quiet.
The waves lose their name.
And the tide
it forgets how to breathe.

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