I lost myself in noise and speed,
In chasing things I didn't need.
But now I walk a softer lane
One stitched with peace instead of pain.


I don't arrive in grand display,
I show up gently, day by day.
A breath, a step, a choice to stay—
That's how I find my healing way.


No need for loud,
no need for race,
Just learning how to hold my space.
And every time I choose to learn,
A part of me begins to turn.

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And if love ever finds me again,
may the universe let me meet someone
who looks at love as deeply as I do.
Someone who's constantly
Interested in the things going on in my life,
someone who is kind,
gentle,
vocal,
and devoted.
Someone who will choose to stay,
someone who feels like home and
who also finds home in me.

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Sitting under the edge of that sea
Felt the nostalgia,
consuming him in.
Back he went,
years ago-His young,
cheery self
With a obsolete
So charming,
Accompanied.
Enamor
Filled him
Of his countenance
Those dark brown eyes
The passion in his words
In hushed voices,
professed his love
The vows which had knit them one!
Time
Hadn't stopped.
Passion now muffled
Though speaking of age
The same pair of eyes
Which enthralled her then, now wrinkled Still had her shivering down her spine!

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Do you really think that
God would create you
with a heart like that
and not create someone
with a heart that
could love you in the same way?

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Let them
call you
difficult

The ocean
never
apologises
for it’s depth

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Some people don't know
what they have until it's gone.
But what about the ones who do know?
The ones who never took a damn thing for granted?
Who tried their hardest to hold on,
yet could only look on helplessly
while they lost the thing they loved the most.
Isn't it so much worse for them?

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जब जी भर देखने बैठा उसे,
एक शाम क्या उम्र भी कम लगती है
वो इतनी ख़ूबसूरत है,
उसके आगे मुझे दुनिया की हर ख़ूबसूरती कम लगती है ।

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आदमी बन के बहोत मैंने तुझे सजदे किए
तू ख़ुदा बन के मुझे मिल मैं फ़रिश्ता हो जाऊं !

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"No One Calls Me Home"

I hear them say,
"You're strong, you're brave,"
But I'd trade it all
For a name Someone Softly gave.

No one brushes back my hair,
No one waits for me Somewhere.
Birthdays pass like normal days,
Candles cold, no one to say-

"I'm proud of you." Or "Come inside."
Or "Tell me what you're trying to hide."

I Smile a lot. I laugh on cue.
Because crying makes the others too.
But late at night,
when lights go black,
I dream of Someone holding back.
Just once, I want to hear it said:
"You are my own."
"You have a bed."
Not the kind they all must share-But one With'love sewn into care.
They say God sees.
I hope He does.
Because down here,
No one really does.

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तुम रणघोष तो करो,
रण में कूदने की बेचैनी हमें भी है ॥

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