I wish I had a different home,
Where love felt warm, not cold as stone.
Sometimes I wish I wasn’t born,
To spare myself this silent scorn.
They say they're good — and maybe so,
But not to me, and they don’t know
The pain I’ve felt, the tears I've cried,
The endless nights I've hurt and lied.
They blame me for the things they do,
Then act like all their lies are true.
They twist my words, they guilt my name,
And every time, I take the blame.
If raising me felt like a chore,
If dreams and needs were such a bore,
Why bring me here, just to regret
A child whose hopes you quickly forget?
I never asked for riches, fame,
Just love that doesn’t come with shame.
But when I scream or stand up tall,
I’m the monster, I’m the fall.
So here I am, with voice unheard,
A soul that's bruised, a heart deterred.
But deep within, I still believe,
One day, this pain I’ll truly leave.-
I always stand by my people
fierce in feeling, quiet in distance
If you hurt them, I won’t meet your eyes
won’t offer words, just silence
But oh, how it aches
when the ones I hold close
don’t hold me the same
When I’m bruised by someone’s voice
and they still speak to them with ease
I don’t ask for battles to be fought
or ties to be cut in my name
just a little care
would’ve softened the pain-
They say I have an ego just because I speak up.
But the truth is, I just stand up for myself, and that’s not a crime.
They say everything always has to go my way,
but if only they knew, nothing ever really does.
They do whatever they want, make all the choices,
yet somehow, it’s always my voice that gets noticed,
my words that are called loud.
Funny, isn’t it? How standing up for yourself becomes a flaw in their story.-
The saddest and hardest part is realizing that after talking to your best friend after many years, they are not the same anymore.
I mean, I know people change, and change is good, but it still feels unexpected.
Instead, they feel distant. Different. Not wrong, not bad, just not yours anymore.
After so many years, finally talking to them and realizing they have changed completely and no longer fit into your life is heartbreaking.
And deep down, you might wish that not talking to them had preserved the way you once saw them.-
I always put in effort, even for the smallest things,
For people, for moments, for everything that matters.
Yet, when I look around, I see nothing in return,
Not even the slightest effort from those I care for.
And when I speak of it, they turn the blame on me,
As if expecting something in return is a mistake.
Why am I always taken for granted?
Why does my presence feel too easy to ignore?
Perhaps, I should not be so easily available.
Perhaps, I should learn to step back.
Not because I seek revenge,
But because I deserve the same effort I give.
-
I have been a huge fan of Dhoni and Virat since the very beginning.
When Dhoni retired, it was hard to accept that he wouldn’t be playing anymore. I couldn’t imagine watching matches without him. Even though I love seeing Virat play, it was tough to watch cricket without Dhoni.
With time, I learned to watch cricket without Dhoni, but I still find it difficult sometimes. I haven’t completely gotten used to it, and I still wonder what he would do in crucial moments.
Now, with Virat’s retirement nearing soon (hopefully not soon), I fear that, just like with Dhoni, I will have to get used to not seeing him on the field. But I know it won’t be easy.
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They expect me to listen, to obey, to stay silent.
They say respect is important, but only when it comes from me.
Their words cut deep, yet I am the one called stubborn.
I speak, I defend myself, and suddenly, I am wrong.
Rules exist, but only for me.
They preach kindness but forget to practice it.
They demand patience but refuse to offer the same.
Is respect not meant to be mutual?
I will not stay silent just to please them.
I will not let their expectations define me.
If standing up for myself makes me difficult, so be it.
I deserve to be heard too.
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I want to stand where the mountains rise,
Snowy peaks touching the skies.
I want to walk where forests grow,
Where rivers sing and cold winds blow.
I want to hear the ocean's call,
Watch the waves rise and fall.
Golden sands beneath my feet,
Sunset skies soft and sweet.
I want to see the wild run free,
Birds in flight, high above me.
The world is big, so much unknown,
But one day soon, I’ll make it home.
-
I walk a road no one sees,
A path of thorns beneath my feet.
I try, I fall, I rise again,
Yet the world just watches, silent, still.
Time moves on, but so do scars,
Dreams delayed, yet not erased.
Weight of burdens, heavy, deep,
Yet here I stand, though tired, weak.
A house that echoes fights and dust,
A heart that longs for change, for peace.
But chains of fate don’t break so fast,
And freedom stays a step away.
I dream of forests, skies so wide,
Mountains tall and oceans wild.
Wings unseen, yet still they yearn,
For roads unknown and lands unturned.
Am I cursed, or just misplaced?
A warrior lost, yet fighting still.
Maybe someday light will find me,
Or maybe I must find it first.-