"The More I Grow"
The more I’m growing by experience, not just by age,
The more I see—life's not always a written page.
You can control your actions, but not the consequence,
You can try your best, but not every fence.
You are your biggest cheerleader, through storm and sun,
Even when the crowd fades, you’re the only one.
No matter what people may choose to believe,
Only you know what truths your heart does weave.
They may judge, assume, or fail to see your worth,
But you carry silent diamonds from your birth.
In a world that shifts like waves in the sea,
I stand my ground—I am the constant me.
So walk your path with head held high and grace—
You are the calm, the fire, the endless chase.
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Welcome to my world 🌍.
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In silence, I seek, not to merely breathe,
But to claim my soul in the life I weave.
Life is not a gift to passively receive,
But a world I sit in, in which I believe.-
"A love story may warm the heart, but a story of struggle shapes the soul.
Love is soft, but pain—pain is what carves us into who we are.
Do not repaint the past; let it stay as it is.
Some things are meant to fade, and some wounds are meant to teach.
Be a warrior, not a worrier;
The real battle is not with the world but with the self.
The hardest war is fought in silence, within our own minds.
Victory is not handed to us—it is taken by those who refuse to fall.
Life is not just about moving forward; it is about facing the storms,
And only those who embrace the fire become the light."
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"Holi—A Canvas of Eternity"
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Not just colors, but stories untold,
A love eternal, pure and bold.
Radha’s longing, Krishna’s grace,
Painted hues time can't erase.
The sky turns pink, the air sings blue,
Yet love’s true shade is known by few.
Not in colors, not in play,
But in hearts that choose to stay.
Forgiveness flows like sacred streams,
Washing away the shattered dreams.
Newness rises from the past,
Like spring that breathes, yet holds the last.
So paint me not in red or green,
But in the love that lies unseen.
For Holi lives where souls embrace,
Beyond the hues, beyond the space.
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: " The Marketplace of Souls" :
This world is but a soulless mart,
Where the helpless trade their shattered hearts.
All dream to rise, to leave a mark,
Yet drown in echoes, lost in dark.
They crave a throne, a grand embrace,
Yet wear the mask of silent grace.
Their voices sold, their souls denied,
In gilded cages, caged they cry.
Fools chase the light, yet burn in vain,
Gold turns to dust, and love to pain.
In this grand bazaar of fleeting fates,
All seek freedom—yet lock their gates.
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"I Am Not Weak"
They told me since I was a child,
"You're a girl—be soft, be mild."
Taught to bow, to smile, to obey,
Yet my dreams were locked away.
They gave me bangles, tied my wings,
Called me the honor of sacred things.
But when I spoke, they silenced me,
When I rose, they refused to see.
They wrote my fate with borrowed ink,
Taught me how a woman should think.
But fire sleeps in silent cries,
And now, that fire lights my skies.
I will not bend, I will not break,
No more chains for me to take.
If they try to steal my light,
I'll turn my pain into my fight.
I am not just someone’s pride,
Not just a shadow walking beside.
I am a storm, I am the sea,
I am strong—I am me.
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There’s a world within me, aching to be told—
Will you listen, tracing the whispers of my soul?
Will you mend the wounds my heart fears to show,
And weave them with warmth, letting love overflow?
Will you be the dawn in my endless night,
The quiet promise that makes pain feel light?
Will you hold my fragile world in your embrace,
And turn it into a universe, woven with grace?
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This restlessness, this ceaseless quest,
A search for meaning, a soul unrest.
I do not grieve for breaking apart,
Each scar whispers—a brand-new start.
Through shadows deep and skies that fall,
I rise, unshaken, through it all.
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"Life is a canvas of perceptions—just like clouds take the shape our hearts seek, reality bends to the vision we choose to see."
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