Sin city cold and empty



What’s the point of flexing?
If it’s not seen by the eyes
you wished would light up
nor told to the one
who could have
made your day brighten up?

when i’m proud of myself,
but there’s no one
whose pride in me
would’ve felt like home?

no eyes, no arms,
no soft “I knew you would”?

with applause
still echoing
in a heart
that just nods,
okay..& now?

this isn’t a brag
nor cry
this is just me,
under the spotlight,
claps all around,

still searching
for the meaning of it
or maybe,
a meaning for it.

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Gout or Gait ?

I was standing,explaining there
when one ma’am leaned to the other & said,
“I think he’s covered everything.”
the reply came,
“yes… he not only covered,
he understood it all.”

& then -
their hands came together,
slowly, proudly,
& the whole room
echoed with claps.

I stood there silent.
maybe smiled a little,
murmured a soft thank you.
My heart murmured,maybe as well.
overwhelmed, not cold.

everyone cheered-

“you did amazing!”
“give us chocolates,party!”
“aha, claps!”
“If I were you, i’d flex it to everyone.”

But how do you flex
a moment that left you full..
yet hollow?
when the noise fades,
& you’re left alone ?
No…
lonely.
Cause you weren’t chasing noise,
But warmth.

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Happy Mother’s Day



to the real queens of the board,
Not crowned by titles, but by love they’ve poured.
Their strength is quiet, their care — a shield,
No need for noise, their love’s the battlefield.

Not to the attention-seeking influencer(s)
Falsely hailed as Mother/Durga (lol, wtf?) by delusional fans(Female version of Elvish yadav & chhapari fans)
Whose legacy is vodka bottles & reckless behavior,
Flaunting drunken nights & promiscuity as ‘freedom,’
While pretending to understand struggles they’ve never faced,
Thinking they can keep playing the game without getting checkmated,huh
You pawn of a bitch,lost in your own lies.

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pause—

from all the chaos you have
& endless open tabs in your mind.
maybe go to your fav people,
places,mountains
or (even ChatGPT?)
& unwind.

some things are beautiful
only for a while :(
but that doesn’t make them
any less worth the smile :)

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The highs of winning :) a memory to save
The lows of losing :( a lesson so brave
but the adrenaline of those last-moment twists 🤌
that’s what makes us love the game 🫶🏻

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MAY BE


Maybe I’m just a machine,
Built to move, not to feel ?
Made to function, not to be ?
Not the wild grass beneath open skies,
Not something that drinks the rain, carefree ?

Maybe I don’t chase crowds,
don’t dance for fame, Nor run for names.
If that’s not cute, I’ll take the blame,
Because even if you’re sweet, delicate, & rare,
I deserve someone who wants to be there.

Maybe you’re the flavor, rich & cool,
& I’m just a scoop, melting like a fool.
But leaving me half-eaten? That’s the rule?
If so, it’s cruel—so dual, just fuel.

You keep me dry, then want a shadow,
You leave me hollow, yet demand to follow :/

I crave a storm that lingers :)
Not just a breeze that slips through fingers :(

Maybe you wanted to travel with me,
But your steps no longer align.
I’d rather stay home, let the silence guide.
If I can’t be your pride, then I’ll step aside.

Maybe you want to protect my king, playing a pawn ?
But I seek a queen, who stays from dusk till dawn.

Maybe you change like the seasons do,
Or it’s just the summer rain passing through?
But the spring inside me won’t stay serene,
It aches in silence, a tornado unseen.

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Pure white of the snow, or the soft white of clouds? The bright white of the moon, or the gentle white of dawn? The faded white of the sand dunes, or the white on my sleeves? Or is it black? Silent when the night begins,& restless when dreams rise.Is it the one that dances on the tips of your lashes with every blink, or the one that makes your pupils dilate when I smile? Which one?

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The wolf’s feast


"What was she wearing?"-a white coat.
"She must've asked for it"-a death?
"Where was she?bars&clubs?"-a hospital.

A wolf’s hunger knows no retreat,
No dawn or dusk,no place or mile.
In this land where worth is misplaced,
A 2nd-year doc’s life erased.

A talented mind,full of grace,
Reduced to prey in a brutal race.
Her skills,her dreams,her future bright,
Devoured by shadows in the night.

The wolf sees meat,be it flesh or skill,
Consuming all with insatiable will.
A talented lady,bright&true,
Reduced to just another thing to chew.

The wolf's feast is endless,raw,
Fed by society's glaring flaw.
Short-term fixes,laws&rights,
Can't mend the blights without deeper fights.

In a country where quantity,not quality,holds sway,
Where politicians,power&money play.
A life of worth is lost in vain,
To a system cold,indifferent&insane.

In the place where she healed&soothed the ill,
Her own life was claimed by a ruthless thrill.
The wolf's roar echoes with angry might,
A clear call for change we must ignite.
To value life&honor skill,
To see the worth in every will,
Only then can we confront the beast,
&end the wolf's relentless feast.

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Choose peace,not people

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|Whispers of peace|



In the soft whisper of life's breeze,
Where raindrops paint tales on window panes,
I'll rest with my books,
perhaps fall asleep,
To music's lullaby,
My dreams to reap.

In the quiet,
Freed from endless chase,
Released from clock and bustling bucks,
Awaking slowly to life's gentle pace,
With nowhere to rush,
In soft morning's embrace.

I'll relish every flavor,
every hue,
Leaving imprints in hearts,
a legacy true,
Dancing in the rain with my miss,
Music playing,
each note a whisper,
each chord a kiss.

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