The Fortress and the Ghost
She built her walls with silent grace,
A fortress none could dare displace.
Yet he slipped past, without a sound,
No warning given, no battleground.
She tried her best, then tried once more,
The seasons passed—a waiting war.
She held her ground, she watched the sky,
Searching for truth in reasons why.
Not grey, she thought—it never was,
Perhaps a spark, or just because
He saw too much, or none at all.
Still, she stood firm, refused to fall.
It wasn’t light. It wasn’t show.
It reached where shallow cannot go.
It cut her deep, not to destroy—
But left no room for grief or joy.
She asked no questions, made no plea,
Let silence speak its legacy.
He disappeared without a trace,
No farewell, no time, no space.
She didn’t chase. She didn’t cry.
Just watched the days and let them lie.
And still she waits—not to reclaim—
But to be seen, without the shame.
One day, perhaps, the past will shift,
And what she bore will prove a gift.
Not for him—but for her own name,
Unmoved by ghosts, untouched by blame.
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In Every Paw-Print
No filters, no schemes, no stories to bend,
Just bowls of food and tail-wagging friends.
I never came seeking praise or applause,
Just answered the pull of a silent cause.
Over the years, it became who I am —
A life less about “me,” more about “them.”
PHH is no start, just a path that extends,
From street to street, through changing seasons and bends.
Not a brand, but a beat of the same old drum,
Of quiet love and the will to become.
In each pawprint, I find where I belong ,
A quiet life of care, steady and strong.-
The Wisdom of Feeling
I was so busy feeling, lost in the tide,
Each wave of emotion I let be my guide.
I traded old reason for feelings unbound,
And let all my thoughts in the silence drown.
Waiting for him was poetry—slow and unkempt,
Not every word made sense, but every word was felt.
I danced with my sorrows, I laughed with my fears,
And found in that chaos, a truth that endears.-
He wanted me to vanish
I left no trace when I did
He did not see it coming
After all, I'm the magic!
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वह कहते हैं कि न करें हम फ़िक्र उनकी,
हर तबाही में पहला ख़याल उनकी सलामती का।
हर कामरानी में पहली इबादत उनके नाम की,
अब क्या कहें कि बेफ़िक्री हमारी आदत नहीं।
– कुहेली रॉय (कसक)-
One day you and I will be laughing
At the frivolities of life together,
That day you and I would truly be connecting
Over the hilariously beautiful disaster of it all....-
Never have I ever experienced
Something as potent or magnetic
It's magical in all ways that's true
It's not your fault that I'm insatiable
You are addictive in your person
I don't foresee my misery
You want space, I want you close
A clear dichotomy of needs
Somewhere I cannot let go
All I want is to bury myself in you
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हजारों हैं यहाँ पर तुम में कुछ तो बहुत खास है
कितनों की भीड़ में नजरों को सिर्फ तुम्हारी आस है
हुए गुम इस भीड़ में या मिले खुद से यह पता नहीं
अब तो तुमसे मेरे मन को सुकून का एहसास है।
– कुहेली रॉय (कसक)-
Eternal Flame
You are all things forbidden and sinfully cozy
Coursing through my veins like liquid heat
Melting my insides so that I burn for you every moment
Time stands suspended as I bury myself in you
Our flames becoming one in our passionate embrace
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कैसा खुमार है तुम्हारा कि मेरा खुद से राबता नहीं,
ऐसी तो न थी कभी कि दूरियाँ सिसकियों में गुजरे।
– कुहेली रॉय (कसक)
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