Dancing dangles,
sync with talking anklets,
whispering secrets,
amidst fragrant flowers.
Do angels walk among us?
White saree draped gracefully,
crimson blouse adds a touch of flair.

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/Between the pages/

Between the pages
finding world for now,
wasn't hobby for them,
it a life.

Blood does ooze to vien
crawling through pages
searching right words
finding it's rhythmic pace.

Between the pages
characters does talk,
arcs jumps highs and downs
whisphers secrets of life.

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/Oh, it's she/

Not him, not her,
Nor they or them.
It was 'She' who took the peace,
Wrapped it tenderly,
Sealed its fate, sent it away,
To the depths of life's dismay.

Whispering vows, once sworn,
Concealing dreams, now torn.
Gathering tenderness, emotions adrift,
Checking the ledger, hearts adrift,
Good for returns, to whence they came.

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Could they feel it?

Haha,
unlikely, it seems.

As swift as an arrow,
the response met their gaze.

Turning with a blush,
a faint smile at the end.

"Are you alright?"
Their query lingers.

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நீ தந்த பரிசுகளில்
பொக்கிஷமே
இவன் தான்

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Grateful for moments, small and grand,
In life's embrace, they take a stand.
Cherish them with love sincere,
Assert their worth, hold them near.
Treasure each smile, each gentle touch,
Care for them dearly, oh so much.

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/Hues of emptiness/

When the sky is empty,
it's a canvas of tranquility,
stars absent from their post,
yet serenity finds its seat.
In this emptiness, does sorrow disappear?

Happiness, not just one emotion,
but a tapestry of feelings,
each one a brushstroke,
painting the empty canvas.
Lighting candles of hope,
emotions ignite, illuminating life's path.

In the quiet expanse of a starless sky,
lies a reminder of life's hues,
where emptiness and peace intertwine,
and handling emotions leads to a radiant view.

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The moon taught me
assurance in growing up,
first, a subtle decline,
then, a gradual rise.
Standing brightest in the night's sprawl,
it's no simple feat,
tackling the odds of darkness,
teaching you to shine.

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/silent anchor/

It's hard to forget
those comforting arms,
wiping tears away.
Whispers of wisdom,
motivation flowing,
guiding life's tumultuous way.

In joy, the absence echoes,
a void within the cheer.
They stood by in sorrow,
nurturing growth, sincere.

Through laughter and tears,
they were the silent anchor,
a presence missed so dear,
in every moment, a stark reminder.

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The purest form of self-care is listening to your heart's whispers, embracing self-love without judgment, and finding solace in the quiet moments of your own company.

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