Unseen vows of Solah Somvar
With fervent heart, she kept her vow,
Solah Somvar, sacred, pure, somehow.
Each Monday fasted, with love’s deep grace,
Her soul poured out in devotion’s embrace.
No meal she skipped, yet her spirit gave all,
Four months of sacrifice, answering love’s call.
Her heart wove dreams of friendship and care,
Commitment unbound, a love rare and fair.
But he, unseeing, blind to her flame,
Missed the depth of her heart’s whispered claim.
Her love, her vows, like petals unseen,
Fell silent, unheeded, in the space between.
Still she stood strong, her faith held tight,
Offering all to love’s fleeting light.
Yet his heart stayed closed, her truth unheard,
Her Solah Somvar, a love-stirred word.

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Love's Bloom and Betrayal
On that first day, a spark, a subtle gleam,
Professional guise, yet a deeper dream.
His eyes held hers, a quiet, tender start,
A personal pull tugged soft at her heart.
Slow and steady, their words wove a thread,
Conversations bloomed where connection was fed.
Her heart, once cautious, began to unfold,
Love’s gentle fire, both fearless and bold.
She stood her ground, faced family’s disdain,
Certain of him, her heart’s steady flame.
Yet, day by day, his steps drew away,
A shadow crept where warmth used to stay.
One fleeting moment, his heart seemed to sway,
He spoke of love, but in half-measured way.
No vow, no promise, just a plea to wait,
She nodded, trusting, embracing her fate.

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Her Silent Prayer

At an event, by God’s soft touch,
Their paths crossed—she felt so much.
Just a participant, he the host,
His warm voice stole her heart the most.

He misspelt her name, a spark began,
Her shy crush grew, her heart it ran.
A smile he gave, her gloom would fade,
Deep down, she wished he’d never stray.

WhatsApp chats, so formal at start,
Yet love crept in, heart to heart.
He spoke of friendship, she held back fear,
But love bloomed fast, so crystal clear.

One day he knelt, proposed with grace,
Her heart leapt high, her joy in place.
She dreamed of him, her only crush,
But career and parents made her hush.

She won her mom, her brother’s nod,
Her mamu smiled, she thanked her God.
But he stepped back, “Just friends,” he swore,
Her heart cracked wide, could take no more.

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21 Years as Divyanshi Mohanty

On July 3rd, 2004, at half-past three,
In Berhampur, Odisha, a joy came to be.
A girl, a sign of her parents’ deep love,
Divyanshi Mohanty, a gift from above.

A child with enthusiasm, a curious mind,
In studies, her passion, she always did find.
Through ICSE and CBSE, the best they could give,
Her parents ensured she’d learn and live.

A beautiful teenager, ordinary yet rare,
Extraordinary potential bloomed in the air.
Love and support, her heart’s quiet plea,
A craving for warmth, for emotions set free.

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25 Years as Davera Manoj Khanna

Born in the heart of Hyderabad’s glow,
November first, ’99, at midnight’s show,
12:45, a boy with dreams unknown,
Davera Manoj Khanna, a seed was sown.

Through streets of spice and city’s hum,
He grew where life’s contrasts would come.
From school’s routine to college’s call,
A mediocre student, yet destined to stand tall.

In diploma days, a spark took flight,
A national win beneath the starlit night.
NSS became his stage, his creed,
Best Volunteer of ’21-’22, a nation’s deed.

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*Tears of Pahalgam*

In Pahalgam's vale, where beauty shines bright,
A terror strike, brought forth endless night.
The guns' loud roar, the blood's crimson stain,
Echoes of pain, a heart-wrenching refrain.

Innocent lives, like flowers cut down,
Dreams unfulfilled, futures left unbound.
Their memories linger, a bittersweet pain,
A sorrowful echo, that refuses to wane.

The valley's charm, now marred by fear's dark shade,
A sense of safety, lost, and hearts betrayed.
The attackers' hate, a fire that burns so bright,
Leaves behind grief, a nation's darkest night.

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A Love story in the City of Pearls
In Hyderabad's vibrant streets, I envision our tale,
A love story woven with dreams, laughter, and gales.
A night ride on the highway, leading to the airport's gleam,
With you by my side, our hearts beating to the same dream.
As sunset falls, we'll sit together, hands entwined,
On Tank Bund's gentle slopes, Hussain Sagar's waters aligned.
We'll share our stories, our hopes, our fears, and our desires,
As the sky is painted with hues of crimson, gold, and fires.
Biryani and street food, a culinary delight,
Charminar's bustling streets, a shopper's paradise in sight.
Bun and Irani chai, a perfect pair,
As we stroll hand-in-hand, without a single care.
Like traditional Telugu couples, we'll walk with pride,
To Chilkur Balaji temple, where love and faith reside.
The Statue of Equality, a symbol of our bond,
Iskcon's spiritual aura, where our love will beyond.
With Nizam's queen and king, we'll pose with glee,
A photoshoot to remember, a memory to treasure, you and me.
Hyderabad, our city of love, where dreams come alive,
Forever and always, our hearts will thrive.

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A Tale of Night
"My feet are killing me.", I said removing my high heels, my short went a inch up above my thigh. He lost his chain of thought. "Can I massage your toned legs, darling?", He asked. Without any hesitation , I nodded he went down to me, started massaging with a lotion. His fingers were trembling above my knees, is it okay? He asked . I nodded and closed my eyes and our lips met. I had seen so many kisses on movies, but never imagined my first one would be like this. Our tongue touched and the kiss went more intense, I lost my track of time, space and orientation. "You are so sexy.", he whispered. He placed his hand over my breast on dress and wanted to move his hand inside but my tight fitted dress couldn't give an access. "There is so much light.", he said drawing the curtains and switching off the lights. I had never ever undressed in front of a man. "Is it going too fast as an Sanskari Indian Girl?," a voice within me uttered. He pulled off my dress and unhooked my bra and he also unbuttoned his shirt. "What are you trying to make me do , baby?", I whispered holding my unhooked bra in place. Like any standard boy," Let me have sex without any interruption."

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अजनबी थे कभी, एक बार मिले,
दिलों की ज़मीन पर, एक अनजान सिले。
एक बातचीत की धुन पर, दिल धड़क गया,
उसकी आँखों में समा, एक अनजान सा सुरमा।

दिन बीते, राहें अलग-अलग हुईं,
पर उसकी यादें, हर पल में बसी रहीं।
तकदीर ने फिर से मिलाया, एक बार फिर,
पल-पल की मुलाकात, प्यार की बारात भर।

उसके बिना ज़िंदगी, एक अधूरी साज़ है,
उसके साथ हर पल, एक अनमोल नाज़ है।
पर शब्दों में नहीं कहा, यह इज़हार,
दिल की धड़कनें, उसके लिए ही पुकार।

बात करने की चाह, उसके साथ रहने की,
साथी की तरह, प्यार की धुन पर नाचने की।
एक प्रेमी की तरह, एक दोस्त की तरह,
साथ रहने की इच्छा, हर पल की इच्छा।

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Amidst the hues of saffron, white, and green,
We stand today, with hearts serene.
Yet, amidst the celebrations, we can't ignore,
The struggles, the pain, the tears, and the roar.

From Kashmir's snow-capped mountains to Kanyakumari's shore,
We've witnessed strife, injustice, and more.
The cries of the marginalized, the oppressed, and the poor,
Echo through our streets, and we can't ignore.

But still we rise, with hope in our hearts,
And pledge to be the change, to play our parts.
To be the leaders, the visionaries, the brave,
To stand for justice, equality, and freedom we crave.

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