Sakshi Bisht   (sakshi)
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I possibly write everything which crosses my mind!!
Joined 24 April 2025


I possibly write everything which crosses my mind!!
Joined 24 April 2025
24 MAY AT 21:41

Where golden veins break through the grey,
They fix what storms have swept away.
A quiet soul, once torn, once scattered starts to mend
Finding itself when the sky ending blend!!!

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26 APR AT 10:50

Once upon a time he was a muse,
happy without a bruise!
Now he is read between my lines,
the reason for my blues and blinds!
Want this phase to pass, like a day in the winter solstice!
But this midnight grief of mine keeps demanding for justice!!

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25 APR AT 11:33

I was the sky and the sky was me, thousands of tales weaved into we
Within our boudoir, the cosmic flower embered into the celestial sea

As we shadowed every star and cruised with the moon and my scars, I knew I survived

I was the sky and the sky was me, the universe in slumber, it became easier to breathe!!

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24 APR AT 18:10



"They called it peace, but we buried the truth with our dead—justice is not silence, and memory does not forget."

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24 APR AT 17:55

VALLEY OF SHEPHERD'S VEINS OF GRIEF

In the valley of shepherds,so pure,so wide,
Where mountains whisper and rivers glide,
Where trails wind north to Amarnath’s shrine,
Once bloomed a peace,serene,divine.
Betaab's beauty,Pahalgam’s grace,
Now shadowed by blood,a haunted place.
Not by storm,nor quake,nor flame,
But by men who kill in religion’s name.

What was their fault,those souls now still?
Did they raise a sword?Did they mean to kill?
No.They came with hope,not hate,
Yet met their end at violence's gate.
Not for politics.
Not for crime.
But simply for being Hindu
Was that the line?

One lost her husband.
One lost their son.
Fathers,children,lovers—gone.
And for what?
For faith,for birth?
How cheap we’ve made a human’s worth.
Their souls now cry through mountain air,
In every pine,their grief is there.
Till justice strikes with iron hand,
This pain shall haunt our sacred land.

This won’t be peace.This won’t be rest.
Till evil meets its final test.
No talks.No truce.No silent prayer,
Until the devils pay their fare.

It's time for us
One voice,one flame,
To honor the dead,not just in name.
For the mind is everything,we’re told
And now,it's time for hearts turned bold.

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