Harmony Of Life!!

In the vast dance of life, we tread our path,
Through joys and sorrows, we know not what's to come.
Amidst the chaos, stress like a raging storm,
Yet love's gentle touch keeps our hearts warm.

Life, a journey of twists and turns,
Where stress lurks, its lessons to learn.
Challenges aplenty, tests of our might,
But love's embrace guides us through the night.

Stress, a shadow that follows close,
Its weight heavy, a burden to impose.
Yet in its grip, we find resilience anew,
Love's light shining, guiding us true.

Love, the beacon in life's dark hour,
A source of strength, a healing power.
In its arms, we find solace and peace,
A balm for stress, a sweet release.

So let us embrace this triad divine,
Life's trials, stress's grind, and love's shine.
For in their balance, we find our way,
Navigating this journey, come what may.

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A Dance Of Fate!!

The late you answer, the closer I get,
In the twilight moments, our souls connect.
Time slows its pace, as we drift apart,
Yet in this distance, you touch my heart.

The whispers of night, they echo your name,
In shadows and silence, our love aflame.
Each passing second, a bittersweet sigh,
For in your absence, I learn to fly.

The late you answer, a dance of fate,
Our paths intertwined, yet separate.
But in the stillness, I find my peace,
Knowing your love will never cease.

So as the stars twinkle, a timeless duet,
The late you answer, the closer I get.
For in this waiting, a bond so true,
Forever entwined, me and you.

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Whispers of the Night!

In the quiet hours, due on the bed,
Where shadows play, and dreams are led.
Softly humming, a lullaby spread,
As the night whispers secrets, never said.

Beneath the covers, where thoughts are shed,
And worries melt, like wax being bled.
Stars twinkle above, like gems overhead,
In the velvet sky, where dreams are bred.

In this sanctuary, where souls are fed,
Time slows down, like a river's thread.
In the hush of night, where fears are dead,
Rest finds its home, in the hours ahead.

So close your eyes, lay down your head,
In the gentle embrace, where peace is spread.
For in the stillness of night, love is said,
In the tender hours, due on the bed.

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Echoes of Absence!

The air in the atmosphere,
Heavy with your absence,
Each breath a struggle,
Without your essence.

The world feels gray,
Without your light,
A hollow space,
In the depth of night.

Your laughter, a melody,
Now lost in the wind,
Memories linger,
But they cannot rescind.

The face of yours is dull,
In my mind's eye,
Longing for your smile,
Underneath the sky.

But in my heart,
Your love still gleams,
A beacon of hope,
In the realm of dreams.

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COVID GOVERNMENT

Government, Government, Government
The way you handled the Corona Virus Pandemic has hurt our sentiment.

For healthcare, education & women safety we gave money to you,
But you used it to make statue.

Giving respect to freedom fighters is good and advisable,
But wasting so much on a statue is comical.

I don't want to be rude,
I just want to say that I am a future voter & your works are changing my mood.

Please spend some time on actual problems and issues,
And listen to your people & their views.

I hope in future a good party will not be rare,
Okay, it's enough I conclude my poem here.

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ONLY IN INDIA!!!
Banana is Kela,
Single is Akela,
Tired is Thakela,
Bored is Pakela,
Stuck up is Atkela,
Angry is Satkela,
Hung up is Latkela,
Lost is Bhatkela and
Dead is Tapkela...

HAPPY HALLOWEEN TO ALL...

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Once upon a time there was a poor King, who came after accomplishing a long journey and was very hungry. He then due to his hunger ate a child & that child was his.

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जख्म भर जाते हैं ऐसे,
पता नही कब तक रहना पड़ेगा दुःख लेकर ऐसे?

रोज रोज जीते हैं मन में लेकर दुखो को,
अगर ऐसे ही खुश रहना हैं, तो लेना पड़ेगा सुखो को।।

रास्ते में तो मिलते हैं कई सारे रंक,
उन्होंने देखा है सिर्फ अपने सामने पंक।।

उन्होंने अपने जीवन में सहा है दुःख कई प्रकार,
फ़िर भी जख्मों को लेकर कर लिया हैं उन सबको स्वीकार।।

जख्म भर जाते हैं ऐसे,
लगाकर एक ही आस, की सुख आए कैसे।।

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LEGEND: THE JOURNEY OF A BIRD

Once upon a time,
There was no crime...
I saw a little Bird,
It was eating curd...
The curd was on the ground,
On the road, the vehicles were creating a lot of sound...
The Bird was on the way of Greenland,
It had a lot of pain in one of its gland...
The workers of Nestle's Munch,
Were standing near a big tree's branch...
They wanted the Bird to be Cheered,
But they didn't thinking of the Bird may get feared...
The workers may become fool,
But the Bird was very much cool...
The Poem is little bit absurd,
But it's The Journey of A Bird...

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