A Tribute to Maa Kamakhya

The Ambubachi Mela is here,
It’s that time of the year
When Maa is bleeding, the earth stands still,
Wrapped in silence on Nilachal Hill.

No chants, no lights, the doors are closed,
The womb of power gently dozed.
A sacred pause, the soil won’t plough,
All life awaits with bent-down brow.

The sadhus wait with hearts so pure,
Tantrics chant to seek her cure.
They know her rest is not a fall
It’s strength that flows beneath it all.

And when the fourth day lights the skies,
The temple wakes, the spirits rise.
For in her blood, creation sings,
The mother bleeds—and birth begins.

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Promises That Shine Bright

A promise made is a promise kept,
It's a gift, a secret lovingly kept.
When you say you'll be there, make it true,
Someone's counting on you, through and through.

Promises aren't just words, they're ties,
That hold together hearts and skies.
Even the smallest vow means a lot,
It's a thread in the fabric, a meaningful knot.

So if you make a promise, keep it near,
Honor it with care and cheer.
For a promise kept, no matter how small,
Can light up someone's world, can mean it all.

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In quiet tones, you shaped our days,
A guide through storms, a gentle blaze.
With wisdom vast and heart sincere,
You led us forward, year by year.

Your calm resolve, a nation's shield,
Through trials deep, you would not yield.
A scholar’s soul, a leader's art,
You touched the world with humble heart.

Now stars may claim your steady light,
But your legacy shines, ever bright.
In every step this land shall take,
Your spirit lives, for our sake.

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Adulting is just winging it, no fact
I fake a smile, and hope for the best
And pray that no one asks me to do math in my head, I confess

I'm in the process of learning that
Procrastination is an art, and I'm a master at that
I can delay, defer, and put off with ease
And still manage to get things done, with a dash of caffeine, if you please

I'm in the process of learning that
Embracing my quirks is where it's at
I'm a hot mess, but I'm owning it with pride
And laughing at myself, as I stumble and glide.

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My arms are open for the starry night,
To twirl beneath its celestial light.
The universe's vastness, I embrace,
A tiny soul, in infinite space.


My arms are open for the cosmic breeze,
To dance with stardust, and gentle ease.
The world slows down, its frantic pace,
As I find solace in the starry space.


My arms are open for the dreams above,
To catch the whispers of endless love.
In this vast expanse, I find my place,
A shining star, in the celestial grace.

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Rise up, and shine your light
Don't let fear hold you back from the fight
You have a purpose, a dream to chase
Go out and grab it, with a smile on your face

Believe in yourself, and your abilities too
You are capable of achieving greatness, it's true
Don't let doubts creep in, and hold you down
Stand tall, and wear your crown

You are strong, resilient, and brave
You can overcome, any obstacle that comes your way
Keep pushing forward, don't give up the quest
You got this, you're the best

So go out there, and make it happen
Take the leap, and watch your dreams unfold
You are unstoppable, untamed, and free
Go out and conquer, and make your destiny.

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To have patience in life is a virtue so rare,
A quality that's often lost in the hustle and care.
We rush through our days with a frantic pace,
Forgetting to breathe, and find our own space.

With patience, we can weather any storm,
And find the calm in the midst of life's form.
It teaches us to trust, and have faith in the way,
And to know that everything will work out, come what may.

So let us cultivate patience, and make it our guide,
And find the peace that comes from stepping aside.
For in the stillness, we'll find our own strength,
And discover the joy that comes from living at length.

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A woman is like a river, flowing with grace,
Navigating life's twists and turns with gentle pace.
She carries within her the secrets of the earth,
An eternal source of life, of love, of worth.

A woman is like a flame, burning bright,
Illuminating darkness with her radiant light.
She ignites passion and warmth in every soul,
A beacon of hope, making broken hearts whole.

A woman is like a garden, blooming with care,
Nurturing dreams with tender love and flair.
She cultivates beauty, both inside and out,
A testament to resilience, without a doubt.

A woman is like a melody, sweet and true,
Her voice, a symphony, breaking through.
She sings of joy, of pain, of triumph and defeat,
A masterpiece of life, each note bittersweet.

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"Strength in Her Grace"

In every step, a story unfolds,
A tale of resilience, of courage untold.
With grace in her stride, and fire in her soul,
She's a force of nature, making the world whole.

From the whispers of history to the echoes of now,
She stands tall, with a determined brow.
Her voice, a melody, ringing loud and clear,
For justice, for equality, she holds dear.

On this day, we celebrate her might,
Her endless struggles, her unwavering fight.
For she's the beacon of hope, the guiding light,
A symbol of strength, shining bright.

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December passed away like autumn leaves,
Whispering tales of the year it retrieves.
Quietly fading, a soft, wistful song,
In the arms of time, where moments belong.

Like a hushed lullaby, December drifted away,
A symphony of memories in shades of gray.
Gone like a fleeting dream in the night,
Leaving behind echoes of soft winter light.

It slipped away like a river's gentle flow,
Leaving traces of frost on paths we know.
December, a chapter in the book of the year,
A tale that lingers, in memories held dear.

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