No stream rewinds, no tide turns back,
Time flows forward, unbroken, vast.
What was, remains—a faded track,
Unchanged, unclaimed, yet not alone.

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You are the rose,
and I, its lingering scent
Intangible,
yet endlessly with you.

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So I rest— not to surrender,
but to gather the whispers of the wind.
I hide— not to ponder,
but to feel the hush where echoes begin.

No closures defined, no chapters undone.
Yet in you, I settle, weightless, free,
sealed in divine grace,
where I am meant to be.
Sealed in you…

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Up the hill, the boulder rolls,
A fate decreed by distant souls.
Yet still he climbs, with steady grace,
No hint of sorrow on his face.
They call it curse, a task in vain,
An endless loop of toil and pain.
But Sisyphus, in secret, knows—
The meaning of life is the life we impose.
Not in the summit, nor in the fall,
But in the struggle, he finds it all.
Each step, a choice, each breath, a spark,
To push self is to light the dark.

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Sliver cosmic threads,
They shimmer through screens, soft and unseen,
threaded by silent rhythms,
carried by open eye-dreams.
A spark in the dark, a voice without face,
a presence that dwells in digital space.
Like letters adrift in bottles of glass,
floating through oceans of data so vast.
Some fade like echoes, brief and bright,
others endure a guiding star,
A friend for life.

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And once again as I pass by those lanes
That lead me to the place where our
Eyes first struck..,
House no #36,
As I stood there,
I could hear those voices calling me to walk in,
Those bright walls turning brown,
As they peel off, those dungy windows
Inviting me to walk through
Those over grown withered plants
That one’s bloom every day
Asking me how they grew green again?
That rusty door which always opened
As a hug is now locked
With those eternal silence
Calling me to knock again..,
My heart still skips
Are you still there my dear,
@ House No. 36?!

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Caught in the maze of unending days,
Was it truth or a dream,
A fragment of life, or a fading stream?
Do memories linger to tether the soul,
Or does stillness consume, making me whole?
Is it worth to wait in the quiet haze,
Or vanish unseen in the stretch of days?

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No melody without the
silence between the notes,
where the soul learns to listen.

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No eyes to see, no voice to hear,
Yet in the stillness, it is near.
A sweet, unspoken, hidden glow,
A love that only shadows know…

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Fragile and bright,
Spreading its wings in the softest light.
Unaware of the beauty it gently bestows,
It brings a smile wherever it goes.

With every flutter, it heals and lifts,
A quiet promise in tender gifts.
Though blind to the light it softly spreads,
Hope fills the heart and quiets the dread.

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