मेरे जीवन की हर राह के वो रहनुमा बने,
हर मोड़ पर चुपचाप साया बनके चले।
आपके विश्वास से मिला मुझे हौसला,
आपकी मेहनत से ही मेरा सपना पला।

पाँच साल पहले जब Ph.D की डिग्री मिली,
तो उसमें आपकी मेहनत की चमक बसती
और आज जब तीन साल से हूँ Canada में,
तो हर पल आपकी दुआ मेरे साथ चलती है।

पापा, आप ही मेरी असली पूँजी हो,
मेरे हर मुकाम की पहली सीढ़ी हो।
हर फादर्स डे पर बस इतना कहना है,
आप जैसा पिता मिलना, बड़े किस्मत की बात है।

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Two hundred forty-one hearts soared,
With love, with plans, with prayers stored.
But in the blink, the sky grew black,
And none were left to journey back.
From saat samundar paar, I cry,
In distant Canada, 'neath heavy sky.
No blood of mine, yet still I grieve,
For every mother left to grieve.
O gentle wind, take this lament,
To every soul the heavens sent.
Let roses bloom where ashes lay,
And peace descend where hearts now pray.
Their names we’ll carve in silent stone,
But in our tears, they’re not alone.
For every loss, the world must stand,
With folded hearts and outstretched hand.

So mourn we must, yet hope we sow,
That love still shines where they now go.
And may their wings, though earthbound be,
Find rest in skies eternally.

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Time's a bullet train, no pause, no grace,
You’ve outgrown the cradle of my embrace.
Still patching moments with glue and cheer,
As you sprint through years I hold so dear.

Dr. Nidhi

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In a month’s time, the old year will be blurry
O stranger, why are you in so much worry!
As 2025 beckons, a new hope has risen
Challenges that weighed, begin to lessen
My Countdown manifesting a brighter year
May your heart’s desires soon be crystal clear

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Ever wondered why we have 365 days in a year but only 7 days with names? What about the *other* 358 days? Are they just... *unspoken*? While we measure years by Earth's orbit, weeks are a cultural construct. But imagine if every day had its own unique identity—365 distinct days, each with a name, meaning, and purpose. Would it change how we view time? How we value each day? Let’s rethink the calendar we live by and rediscover the hidden days we take for granted. ‘’What name would *you* give to the untitled days?”

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In the realm of truth, let wisdom prevail,
Never wield emotions as a weapon's trail.
For consciousness, the guiding light within,
Shall rise above, where perception and its respect begin.

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In my arms, a precious life I hold,
A gift of love, more precious than pure gold.
Four months have passed since you first came to be,
And oh, how you have filled our hearts with glee.
Your tiny hands, so delicate and sweet,
Reach out to touch the world, so new, so fleet.
Your eyes, like stars, with wonder they do shine,
Reflecting innocence, a love divine.
Each day, I watch you grow, my little one,
Discovering the world, like morning sun.
Your laughter, like a melody, so pure,
Brings joy to all who hear, of this I'm sure.
My son, my love, my heart forever glad,
This sonnet is for you, my darling, VED.

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Never use of emotions against consciousness

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Some resolutions may begin on 1st Feb…


Out of 365 you’re just 31 days behind
Still it’s okay…as far as you are determined to chase it.

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Some resolutions may begin on 1st Feb…

Out of 365 you’re just 31 days behind,
Still it’s okay…as fas as you are determined to chase it.

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