"Know what?"

"That I touched it."

"Because it’s glowing, humming, and now my cat is floating."

"Maybe the cat finally reached enlightenment."

"Maybe you’ll reach unemployment when Mom hears you turned Grandpa’s urn into a lava lamp."

"...Well, at least he finally lights up a room."

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~It was perched like a plot twist—
squat, smug, and sinister. She, a
curator of silences and socked feet,
eyed it like an unsolicited emotion.~
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•Drafted Light•


but silence draws the curtains.
What enters is not always sky—
sometimes, it’s the ache of staying.

Time stains the floor
where memory knelt,
a shadow pretending
not to shake.

Grief rehearses its script
in language no longer spoken.
Even breath,
once fluent, forgets its name.

No one knocks.
The light leaves
on tiptoe.

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stood shivering, offering
it to a weeping soul who
whispered, “Wrap me in
something the dark won’t
steal.”
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We chase stars, forgetting
the sun glows at home.
Gratitude is the garden
where all wishes begin.
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May you rise like dawn’s first gleam,
Warm in hope, aglow with dream.

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Vacant With Intention

Some sit
only to vanish.

What holds them
is not the seat
but the space
it doesn’t fill.

The sky forgets
every shape it wears,
yet remains
sky.

To be
is too heavy.
Be the gap
between questions.

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Some crossings unmake the path behind.
Others teach you the shape of your shadow.





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The "him" in my life wasn’t fire—
he was sunrise.
He didn’t dazzle. He warmed.
He wasn’t just a sunrise I chased.
He was the light I lived in.
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वो, लम्हा नहीं,
बल्कि, इक रुहानी दस्तक है।

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