I love her, yet I set her free,
A silent ache, a quiet plea.
Her joy, her light, is all I seek,
Though letting go leaves my soul weak.
No chains to bind, no words to tether,
Just hope she'll find her sunny weather.
In love’s pure truth, I let her soar,
Though my heart aches forevermore.

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I gave you all my silent care,
In every moment, I was there.
But you, like shadows, passed me by,
No glance, no word, no reason why.
Now, I stand alone, unseen,
Lost in what we could have been.

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She asked, "How do your words bloom so bright,
Without the flame of love to guide their light?"
I smiled, a secret hidden in my eyes,
For she, unaware, was my muse in disguise.

"I write," I said, "because love quietly grows,
A garden within where no one else knows.
It’s a one-sided song I keep in my heart,
A love that inspires but stands apart."

"But doesn’t it hurt?" She asked with a sigh.
"To love someone, and let it pass by?"
I shook my head and softly replied,
"It’s not in the having, but the feeling inside."

"For loving in silence, no words to confess,
Is still a joy, though it may seem less.
The beauty of love lies in its untold,
In the warmth it brings, more precious than gold."

She looked at me, puzzled, not knowing the truth,
That every word I wrote was about my hidden youth.
But I smiled, content, as the poet in me,
Loved her in silence, and let the poems run free.

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Orange Dreams by the Shore

In her orange top, she stands so free,
By the edge of the vast, whispering sea.
The waves roll in, soft and slow,
As the sun dips low, with a golden glow.

Her hair dances wild in the ocean breeze,
With the rhythm of waves and rustling trees.
Footprints fading in the shifting sand,
She walks with grace, a world in her hand.

The sky reflects her fiery hue,
Orange dreams, where skies meet blue.
She is bold, like the sunset's flame,
Untamed spirit, no need for a name.

In her laughter, the seagulls sing,
A melody bright, a timeless spring.
With each step, the world takes flight,
A girl in orange, kissed by the light.

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We live in a country where ,
Every truth is painted,
In the colours of hypocricy,
In the colours of nepotism.
We live in a country where ,
Hundereds of people are dying hungry,
And we are focussing if a criminal celebrity has eaten.
We live in a country,
Where hundereds of rapes take place,
And we focus on the outfit of girls,
Rather than upbringing of boys.
We live in a country where ,
Hundereds of students suicide,
And we focus on the increasing fees for development.
We live in a country where,
Hundereds of brands do bonded labour,
But we focus on the rates,
And bargaining with the locals.
We live in a country where ,
The basic facilities are worst,
But we focus if some leader is cursed.
We live in a country where ,
There is a religious place at every mile,
But we focus if one causes harm to another.

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MANY THINGS CHANGE IN OUR LIFE,
AS WE GREW UP
CHILDHOOD SHORTS HAS CHANGED INTO DENIM JEANS,
FROM CYCLE TO BIKE,
SCHOOL DAYS CHANGED INTO COLLEGE DAYS,
FROM DAYS OF NOTEBOOKS,
WE COME TO THE AGE OF FACEBOOK
BUT
THE CLOSENESS AND THE FEELINGS OF FRIENDSHIP NEVER CHANGES,
AS THE SPELLING OF FRIEND REMAINS SAME FOREVER.

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IT HURTS WHEN SOMEONE DOESN'T RECIPROCATES WHAT YOU GIVE THEM
BUT IT IS NOT A MARKET TRADE
SELFLESS GIVING CAN HEAL YOU
THE MORE YOU GIVE
THE MORE YOU LIVE
LIFE ISN'T ABOUT EXCHANGES
IT'S ABOUT EMOTIONS
IT'S OKAY TO BE EMOTIONAL
IT'S NOT ABOUT BEING A FOOL
IT'S JUST ABOUT LIVING YOUR LIFE ON YOUR OWN TERMS

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A WISH OF A BEST FRIEND

Life is a very long journey,
No one will stay for ever,
But forever is not a myth,
The real ones will stay forever,
Don't loose hope,
The best is yet to come,
Life is full of suprises,
Accepting whatever comes,
You are not a stone,
You deserve happiness and fun,
There is someone permanent who wants to be with you,
In this world of lonliness,
Let him be your bright hue,
He is none other than your BEST FRIEND,
Waiting for things to get right,
Sometimes out of rage he fights,
But he wants to take friendship to New heights,
He has been wrong in past,
Don't let it change your perception,
He is not the same anymore,
You can't see or out of your imagination,
It's all about a last chance,
He really needs you,
Be his best friend,
That's what he cares for you.

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Your memories stayed longer than you did
Why didn't you teach them how to betray and leave?

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EFFORTS CREATE ACTION,
ACTION CREATES MOMENTUM,
MOMENTUM CREATES SUCCESS.

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