War knows no winners.
War doesn’t choose sides
It burns everything.

A child cries in one village,
A mother mourns in another.
Smoke rises on both ends.
Graves are dug in every soil.

Soldiers don’t sleep.
Families don’t breathe easy.
Victory is painted in red, not in glory.

For every bullet fired, a lullaby is lost.
For every flag raised, countless hearts break.
The flags may wear different colours,
But the grief is the same.

War isn’t a win. It’s a wound.
May peace be restored before silence is all that’s left. 🕊️

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I might not be a permanent person in your life, but I just hope you think of me as a good temporary person whom you are happy to have met.

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Jahan rahe ga
Wahan roshni
Lutaye ga

Kisi Chiraag ka apna
Makaan nahi hota

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You are your own miracle…

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There are times when staying as a bud takes more courage than blooming into the world.

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Goodbye 2021
Thank you!
For the smiles and the tears
For the frowns and the frolic
The experiences and the lessons
The best and the worst
The realisations and the affirmations.

You were kind, though harsh at times
When you gave me blocks to stumble and fall
You also gave me strength to stride through it all..
While you gave me reasons to want to forget you
You also gave me reasons to remember you with a smile…
You made me a better, stronger version of myself
And that is how you leave me…
Looking forward, full of hopes to 2022!!

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Ode to my teachers…

I must’ve done something right,
That in reward I got each one of you
In my life.
Your love, smile, words of encouragement
Have worked wonders in me,
That I aimed to be like you; a teacher.
My homage to you, today
And the days beyond,
Is to try to be like you,
And never let the sparkle die
In the little eyes that look up at me; look up to me.

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Sunset, autumn…
Why is it that sometimes
The end looks more beautiful?
Isn’t it the promise of new beginnings,
That makes them beautiful?

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I love, the dandelion
That wilder being,
Far from being common and loved
Yet, standing tall
In its vulnerability
Bracing back itself each time
To grow, to dwell in wilderness.

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She…

Well she was driven and strong,
Who travelled not the well-beaten paths
But made it on her own through the foliage,
In the process, lost old loves and found a few new.

The journey was never the same,
There were times that wore her out; tough times.
She trod step by step, all day long, all along,
Till she got there, to what she wanted.

Life was never easy,
Nor was she.

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