Stories That Stay

Some stories don’t end with goodbye
they stay with us quietly,
like a soft breeze on a warm day,
or a shadow that never really fades.

They live in the creak of the floor,
where someone once stood,
in the rustling leaves at sunset,
like a voice we once understood.

They hide in the things left behind,
a note, a smile, a song
and in the way we remember a name,
even when it’s been so long.

Not every story ends when it’s done.
Some stay in our hearts,
in silence, in memories,
where love never really parts.

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Hide away,
but sorrow knocked it wouldn't stray.
They say that tears will set you free,
wash the weight and let it be.

A cure so simple, soft, and kind
if only it would pay me mind.
But here I sit, the flood denied,
a restless storm locked up inside.

The weight still clings, the ache still stays,
yet not a drop dares slip away.
How strange it is, how cruel, how sly,
that even sorrow must comply.

For when the heart begs to release,
even crying comes at a fee.

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Something really unpleasant happened
here at YQ today.
This is absurd. This is outrageous. This is harassment.
This App has been a great space for lovers of poetry, reading, writing.
There is no room for harassment or embarrassment here.

This is a platform to showcase writings and appreciate the writings,
Not to abuse women.
How long will we women be bothered by boys who don't respect us,
people who cross the limits of common sense and try to intimidate us with abusive language that only offends us?

I have already reported to YQ and asked some friends to do the same.

I HOPE THAT ALL THE GIRLS FEEL ENCOURAGED TO DO THE SAME: REPORT.

The silence reinforces this unhealthy behavior of some perverted guys.

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A little feeling
A little complexity
A little strong scent
A little lost in the turmoil amidst
fear and fog
Make the ordinary life different
and subtle
Breaking all the rifts
With scars that prove that we cannot
be stopped
Surrounded by the deadly world
Running barefoot wild to escape the
illusion of the world
This shocking story of fate is a witness to
our love forever
Arise with courage in our hearts to carry
our love through the hardest and darkest of verses to the
enigmatic essence.
Despite changing the world,
hold each other's hand and
promise the sky to be together
till the last breath.
I don’t remember what was the first.
But you are my last desire.

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You need to see when the glass feels half empty as that's when you need perspective, not answers.
Instead of getting others to share your view on things,
try to sit with this truth.
What someone else thinks is on them.
Let go of your need to control or manage other people and focus on your own self.

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You don't need to convince others of your perspective,
You only need to honour it.
You don't need to drag anyone onto your path with you,
You only need to walk it.

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"SERVICE TO MAN IS SERVICE TO GOD"

Confluence of body,
Mind and wealth,
Whatever you get,
With donations,
Hymns and service,
Be ready to shake hands,
To cleanse the body,
Bring clean service sense in the heart,
The grace of both the hands connected in prayers,
Makes the wind even more,
If we extend only one hand to save a drowning organism .
By doing good deeds,
The divine quality of the feeling of happiness is born in misery automatically.
Service is the formless of the universe,
Service is an extension of cosmopolitan,
Service is the essence of devotion.

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All the days are colourless
All the evenings are soaked
All the nights are upset
There's no dew drops in the garden on leaves
Seems like someone just took every single drop of it
There is total desolation
I am dispersed like the sand everywhere
I'm neither alive nor dead
My fate was not good as that
But I can't expected such from you
Supported me and then left me alone
My heart was already in pieces
I haven't even forgot you yet.
I called for you many times,
But you've ignored it
You left me behind,
And you moved away,
Breaking my heart like nothing
You came back like a memory

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All four directions are calm
This sky is calm
There is a void inside
Now there are few breaths

Burning like a lamp in the eyes
Grew up like a dream again
Peep these eyelashes
Let's leave this life

Now the whole world is terminating
The body lost its breath
To be free from all ties
It took the edge from the world

What will be life after death?
Can't be known before life
So go on the unknown path
As far as footprint is not made

Death is an irrefutable truth
Why afraid of death?
It is a game of time
It is a moment of peace

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A house without roof,
Is a body without soul.
The windows seem upset,
All the walls are colorless.
There is immense solitude,
There is immense loneliness.
There are more walls,
And less rooms.
The sun seems as if it is come to cry blood.
The moon seems as if it is come to wail.
It seems that nature has stolen you.

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