Dear Mahadev,

Each dawn I rise, not for peace, but for battle—
A war with the world, a war within myself.
Tell me, how long must this struggle endure?
Even in the Mahabharata, the conch fell silent at dusk,
Yet my war knows no twilight, no ceasefire,
Only endless echoes of conflict in every breath I take.

How long, Mahadev, will you watch me fight?
I am weary—
Weary of lifting my soul like a broken shield,
Weary of battling for every dream,
Weary even of fighting for a single breath.

Don’t let my pride break. Don’t let my respect break.

If this is the path you have written for me,
Then grant me the strength to walk it—
Or let me fall like a martyr at your feet,
And cradle me in your eternal arms,
Where battles cease,
And silence sings of peace.

Your Child,
Tired, yet faithful.

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All this time, you fought so hard,
In battles that were never yours to start.
Only now you stop and see,
You were part of someone else’s dream.

Regret walks in, quiet and slow,
Wishing you'd dared to say no.
The rebels you once thought were wrong—
At least they fought where they belonged.

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क्या ही है मेरा, कुछ भी तो नहीं, जो है सब पर किसी का हक़ है।
सिर्फ़ मेरा ग़म को छोड़कर, एक ग़म ही है, जो मेरा अपना है,
बाक़ी सब पर तो दूसरों का हक़ है।

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They just cross the few waves and say they’ve seen the ocean,
As if touching the ocean sets them free.

They dive a little and proudly say
They’ve seen the deep, the hidden way.

But the longer you stay beneath the tide, you understands, you know nothing.

You only know as much ocean allows

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ज़िंदिगी में हम जिनसे मिलते हे,
उनसे दूर जाने के लिया मिलते हे ।
अगर कुछ रहे गया,
तो वो मशान में बह गया

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You taught me its ok to say ‘I’m not well’
Still you always says ‘I’m fine’ in the replay of ‘how is everything with you’

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People often believe that surrendering means losing.
Just surrender to Mahadev, and he will ensure your victory.
Even if you are caught in heavy rain without an umbrella, he will make sure you get one.

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मुझे उसने इतना गलत बना दीया,
जो मेरे साथ गलत था, वो भी सही था।

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…and sometimes everything in life is senseless
Everything about life, even breathing is senseless…

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When the general become control freak.
Then the king lose the wisest advisor of the kingdom.
The General can’t see the pain of masses and the kind enjoy’s the bow down head(not in respect but in fear).

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