Not everyone will see these quiet repairs,
The silent deals I make with peace.
Words may tangle between intentions and ears,
So I learn to sit quieter with myself,
Trusting in the gentle glow of knowing Who I am becoming.

For living only waits inside this moment:
Not in the undoing of old regrets
But in slow forgiveness—
and in your laughter, which becomes home,
I find a happiness not explained,
Simply lived through every odd
That grins our way.

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In the Time We Share: Smiling Through the Struggle

In the hush between hustle and worry,
I catch a breath, cradle it softly—
The world spinning with lists I’ll never finish,
Trials tight-rope walking my every morning.
Yet you, the one sunlight my minutes lean into,
Hold my hand across broken traffic lights And through rain-skewed commutes.

We laugh out what hurts, wear smiles
Like scarlet thread mending the hems of tired days.
Each moment I missed—
The awkward pauses, unreturned calls,
The sunrise hurried past—
I promise to gather them,
Stringing seconds together into kindness
With you as witness,
As partner in small victories.

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"Whispers in White"

They heal with hands, they think with heart,
Playing life’s most vital part.
But in the hush, behind the scenes,
Anesthesiologists reign like queens and kings!.

No sirens loud, no drama bright,
Just drifting dreams and gentle light.
"Count to ten," they sweetly say—
You're snoring by three and well on your way.

So here’s to doctors, bold and wise,
And those who work where silence lies.
On Doctor’s Day, a toast we raise—
To the calm behind the healing blaze!!

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"When the Sky Fell at Noon"
— In memory of the lives lost in today’s tragedy

It was noon, a quiet day,
Laughter danced in a humble way.
White coats off, just lunch and rest,
Not knowing fate had one more test.

A roaring bird from skies above
Turned peace to ash, stole all we love.
A flight, a crash — so fast, so loud,
And silence swallowed up the crowd.

Young students healers in the making,
Bright minds, now the world is shaking.
Dreams undone in a single breath,
Bright futures dimmed by sudden death.

The hostel walls could not defend
From tragedy that did descend.
Books left open, meals half-shared,
Gone—all the souls who once had cared.

How do we carry this weight inside?
How do we mourn, how do we bide?
There are no words to make it right,
No dawn can cleanse this darkest night.

So let us pause for a moment, be kind,
Hold space for every shattered mind.
Today reminds, in cruel design,
That life is thin, and love’s a sign.

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The Gentle Dose: A Life in Laughter and Light
By day I drift in sterile scrubs,
A calm magician cloaked in light,
I count from ten, then dreams descend
A whisper, sleep, and pain will end.
A dose here, a tweak just so,
I guide the tide of ebb and flow.

With steady hands and joking tone,
I send the mighty giants prone,
Surgeons fret and nurses dash,
But I just give the dreamy splash.
A sleepy wink, a breath so deep,
And boom! The world is fast asleep.

But when the scrubs are put away,
I’m not just gas and work all day—
I'm someone’s son, with chores and calls,
Fixing leaks and painting walls.
Ma wants tea, Pa wants news,
We talk of cricket, share old views.

As a lover? Ha! I must confess,
I woo with charm and mild finesse.
No roses tossed or serenades,
Just warm foot rubs and window shades.
We dance in kitchens, kiss mid-laughs,
Love in spoonfuls, not in halves.

Through duty, love, and morning rounds,
In heartbeats, jokes, and quiet sounds,
I stitch my days with cheerful thread,
And tuck my dreams when day is dead.

So here's my life—no need to hide it,
A sweet routine, anesthetized—but I ride it.
No high-drama or wild mystique,
Just bliss in rhythm, week by week.

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Far Yet Near

You stay so far, beyond my touch,
Yet haunt my heart a little too much.
Your silence speaks in tender sighs,
Like distant rain in midnight skies.

I see your face in fading light,
In dreams that vanish out of sight.
You were so close, and still not here—
A ghost of love I held so dear.

The words we lost, the time we missed,
Still linger in the air we kissed.
Was it goodbye, or just a pause?
Or fate that rewrote all our laws?

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“Ode to Me, My One True Muse”
I wake each day, a radiant star,
With bedhead sculpted by gods afar.
My mirror sighs, “You again?”—
But darling, that’s where we begin.

I strut through life in unmatched socks,
A fashion rebel—eat your heart out, crocs.
Confidence? Please, I’ve got loads,
It hides quite well beneath my robes.

Oh flaws, you precious little quirks,
My lopsided grin, my laugh that jerks.
The world may scoff, but joke’s on them,
I’m a hot mess and a hidden gem.

I treat myself with utmost care,
Netflix, snacks, and zero flair.
Who needs a gym? I lift my pride
(And occasionally fries, deep-fried).

Dear critics, save your wise advice—
Perfection’s dull, I’d rather be
A walking, talking parody.

So here’s to me, in all my glory—
A tragicomedy, not a sob story.
If self-love’s wrong, then let me be
A legend in my own fantasy.

Because when the world says, “Tone it down!”
I adjust my crown—and double down.

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Where Water Remembers

Like the wave, I will come back to you,
No matter how far you send me away—
Even if your hands, like wind, are cruel,
And your voice is the tide that says “not today.”

You may cast me out with a stormy cry,
And the shore may seem cold and bare,
But love, like the ocean, does not say goodbye—
It circles and swells through the salt-stung air.

Each time you turn from the sea I bring,
I’ll return with a whisper, soft and true,
For even the moon cannot stop the swing
Of the tide that carries me back to you.

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"Soft Mornings & Soul Ties"

Love is like a quiet morning with warm coffee and shared smiles—no rush, just the comfort of knowing someone is there. It’s laughter that bubbles up during the simplest moments, like brushing teeth side by side or dancing slowly in the kitchen to a song you both forgot the words to.

It’s the peace in shared silence, the joy in gentle teasing, and the warmth of a hand that always finds yours—even when the world is loud. Love isn’t perfect, but it feels like breathing in sunlight: calm, steady, and full of life.

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"Fading Echoes"

At the end I am standing at the edge,
Where silence hums a lover's pledge.
The wind carries whispers, faint and kind—
Glancing the image of you in my mind.

Nights stretch like oceans, dark and wide,
Where memories drift but never reside.
I reach for your name in dreams that stray,
But dawn always steals you away.

Soothing myself at the night,
With borrowed stars and fading light,
Your touch, your voice, they slip like sand,
Yet still I ache to hold your hand.

Because I can't stay without holding you,
Every moment burns, every sky turns blue.
Yet fate plays cruel with threads once bound,
Time is cruel, it just blanks you down.

Still I wait, where hopes entwine,
In the ruins of love that once was mine.
For even if you never return to stay,
I'll keep loving you in my own quiet way.

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