Eighteen years. A silent plea,
A crown chased not for legacy—
But for love, for fire, for home,
For that red jersey he called his own.

Through storms and loss, he bore the pain,
Each season passed, yet hope remained.
Not for riches, not for fame—
But for the pride behind that name.

We saw him roar. We saw him burn.
We saw the tide begin to turn.
But never—never—had we seen
A teardrop fall from the King of 18.

Three balls left. A hush so loud.
The weight of years in a crying crowd.
Then down he went, upon his knees,
Kissing the ground like it held his dreams.

This wasn’t sport. This was release.
A moment carved in crimson peace.
Where pain met joy, and time stood still,
And fate bent down to match his will.

AB, Gayle, the ghosts of old—
They danced that night in maroon and gold.
The prophecy lived. The hurt undone.
The loyal heart had finally won.

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Where do I see you now—
when whites no longer wrap your fire,
when the crease lies bare
without your roar, your rising empire?

You once said you’d vanish,
quietly, like dusk behind the skies,
but how does one forget the sun
that taught our hearts to rise?

You were not just a player—
you were pulse, a living dream,
carving centuries with grit,
setting souls in endless gleam.

The joy you gave wasn’t fleeting,
it built homes in minds and veins.
Every cover drive, every battle,
a balm, a blaze, a prayer in chains.

So where do I see you now?
In echoes of your fierce embrace—
in silence after a fallen wicket,
in the wind that rushes through the chase.

You’re gone, but not unseen.
You’re absent, but never far.
For those who loved beyond the game,
you still burn like a northern star 💫

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To feel the air upon my skin,
To breathe with ease, to dwell within—
Is independence found in flight,
Or in the silence of the night?

Must I let go to be set free,
Detach from all that once was me?
This body aches for what it knew,
A heart once whole, naïve, and true.

It shattered in its brave pursuit,
Of tender dreams and fragile roots.
Now memory casts a shadowed glow
On all the pain I used to know.

I forge ahead, though vision blurs,
Past echoes loud, the future stirs.
Sleep deserts this restless mind,
In search of peace it cannot find.

I long to be held, yet stand alone,
To soothe the ache I call my own.
Is solitude the price I pay,
To keep the fear of loss at bay?

Inside, a voice still dares to cry,
Not dead, but drowning—reaching high.
“Bring life back, let me be—
Unchained, and still contentedly free.”

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As the clock ticks and midnight nears,
I greet the day with quiet cheers.
Not for the candles, cake, or song—
But for the path I’ve walked so long.

Each step behind, a story told,
Of lessons learned, of growing bold.
I carry thanks in every part—
For every scar, for every start.

The past is etched, but not my chain,
I’ve let go loss, I’ve danced through pain.
Now eyes ahead, the road is wide,
With hope and fire I walk with pride.

May love and strength walk by my side,
In all the days that still abide.
A heart that’s open, dreams that run—
Here’s to another year begun.

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Sometimes lost in my wandering dreams,
Sometimes drowning in silent screams,
Hiding stories within my restless heart,
Whispering secrets that tear me apart.

I tried to speak, but silence stayed,
Smiled through storms while breaking, betrayed,
Wrote my sorrows in words unspoken,
Sewed my wounds with verses broken.

This life of living and dying each day,
Finding breaths in a world of dismay,
Walked alone through shattered skies,
Laughed with tears in my own disguise.

Sometimes I became my only guide,
Sometimes I found myself in shadows wide,
In these endless battles of lose and gain,
I’ve learned to weave songs from my pain.

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Let it be unplanned—life flows better that way,
Some roads are clearer when you lose the map halfway.
Don’t chase the perfect; it rarely stays—
Moments are fleeting, like sunsets on rainy days.
Breathe—air always finds its way,
Even in storms, the winds have something to say.
Hold on; don't become easy prey,
To doubts that whisper and dreams that fray.
Hide your softest side, come what may,
But not so deep it forgets how to play.
Be the calm in your own disarray,
And the light that doesn’t beg to stay.
Speak in silence when the noise is too loud,
Not every truth needs to be screamed out proud.
Grow from the cracks, not just the gold,
Some stories are strongest when quietly told.
So let it be unplanned—live wild, not just wise,
Feel with your heart, not only your eyes.
In a world that's always running away—
Sometimes the stillness is where you'll stay.

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Chle the sath do dil
Aaj ajnbee bnn baithe hai,
Anjaani si raaho mai
Ekduje se roothe hai,
Banjaare vo bhtk rhe
Khud ko khud mai dhund rhe,
Jo dil sath dhdkte the
Unko tukdo mai khoj rhe,

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It's our choice, whether to make it or break it..
One sided efforts are also worthy until the tear drop 💧 shed by one is wiped by the other..

If this didn't happened den its 🆗 to be alone

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Try not to get too close to someone
That they can destroy you..
Failing ain't being limited,
It's being cheated by the limited..

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Kbi sajde m tere jhukta mera sir hai
Kbi narazgi teri khataa se rehti

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