Awake Yourself at Correct Time
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I write this not with fire,
but with the quiet tremor of burnt
syllables ash settling in libraries,
and on the shoulders of those
who never learned how to scream in
correct grammar.

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The unspoken Battle

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Deep Skin n Heavy Soul and The Truth of Us

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Honesty’s a blade you wield for yourself first, it cuts through the noise, even when the world smirks and calls it a relic. The scars it leaves are yours to wear, not their predictions to judge.

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Abhay- IIT Baba is a Reflection on Society’s Failure
(Read my views on him in the caption )

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कृष्णाय वासुदेवाय हरये परमात्मने।
प्रणतः क्लेशनाशाय गोविंदाय नमो नमः॥

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The Arrival of March

March arrives not as a whisper but as a slow-burning
hymn hummed by the earth itself . The winds shift
carrying the scent of blossoms yet to bloom and some
bloomed ones. The trees, once skeletal and shivering in
the winter begin to stretch toward the light their branch
-es trembling with quiet anticipation. The air holds a
promise not just of warmth, but of renewal, something
stirring beneath the surface, waiting to rise. And ants
begins to come up on the surface cherishing the warmth
of sunlight and chaos of ending food reserves.

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Somewhere in the unseen corridors of the universe a nebula collapses into itself and birthing a black hole a wound in spacetime fabric n devouring everything even the light that once defined it. It does not rage. It does not cry out. It simply takes endlessly until it becomes a void so absolute that even time bows before it.
Gravitational waves ripple outward with silent shockwaves of destruction and creation felt but never seen. The universe might be expanding faster than the speed of light stretching beyond what we will ever touch ever know whose 99.9% of existence remains in darkness not by absence of something but by velocity just beyond us always running always escaping.
And aren't we the same? Chasing what can't be caught. Grasping at memories that stretch thinner with each passing second. We measure life in moments and few years but time does not care for our measures for universe years are just matter of seconds. The universe does not wait for understanding does not pause for longing. It moves, expands, consumes and still, somehow it makes room for us. Isn't this amazing.

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