Come, light the candle,
I whispered to my shadow
That lingered quietly in the dark.
She hesitated, afraid, perhaps,
Of what the light might reveal.
“To see you clearly,” I said,
“It’s needed,don’t be shy.”
So she lit two,
One to see me,
And one to be seen.

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I know I have a different path,
Yet I’ve been here for quite a while.
It feels unmoving,or maybe it’s not,
Perhaps it’s just my feet in exile.

I started the same, I was happy then,
But now I stand alone as they’ve all passed.
And,they tell me I have a different path.

I cry in silence at their fading steps,
They’re all moving, some even run.
My knees have rusted, yet I crawl,
Still chasing fragments of the sun.

I knocked on doors to find my God,
But every door returned my fault.
Now I long to run, to break apart,
Because they say I have a different path.

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Tell them
Of the mirror that holds their reflection
Can they stand the face they see?
Are they happy to meet its gaze?
They may seem proud,
Killer of a bird that once flew.
But if that mirror holds a trace of regret,
Ask them to cast it away.
Tell them to buy a new one
To look at it once again,
For the last time.

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Let’s throw the ball,
soft hands, steady heart.
It will choose a gate for you:
one that gives,
and one that takes.

Don’t worry,
let destiny decide.
Hey, don’t close your eyes,
but no need to open them wide.
Just stay still,
let it be.

I know you could quit,
but would you dare?
A gain might come,
but not the one you’ve longed for.
A loss might follow,
yet maybe it frees you.

Blessing or burden,
gift or goodbye,
who are we to know
which gate hides which sky?

So, let’s throw the ball,
into the hands of chance and time.
For sometimes,
the bravest thing we ever do
is let the universe decide.

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We will build a house, a home we said,
A place to sit, where laughter is spread.
A corner to bake our children some cake,
And capture the memories we’ll joyfully make.

We’d sit together on our balcony high,
Waving to neighbours as evenings go by.
Photo frames filled with stories untold,
A wall clock ticking as time unfolds.

A room to cuddle, to share our souls,
To raise a generation with beautiful goals.
Picking up fights for the TV remote,
I’d make him coffee when sleep he’d quote.

Lighting diyas, splashing bright hues,
Roaming through Rome, collecting views.
And no matter wherever we’d roam,
We’d always return to our beautiful home.

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It feels so long, yet when I let it out
It always returns as I love you no doubt
I know it’s hard, when distance keeps us apart
To whisper soft words that live in the heart

Still, I find you beside me in quiet disguise
Through rants and through stories, through tears and through sighs
I adore the calm you bring when moments are tough
Your gentle strength always seems just enough

I mend, you mend, we’ve woven it true
Through every trial, it’s always been us two.

-

I feel I never lost a game of war,
Yet somehow I lost in games that never were.
I have seen and let things go,
And when I held on, life made me let go.

I climbed mountains when all I sought was plain ground,
Chose never to look down,
So I wouldn’t face what I had left behind.

I was happy, until it struck me hard.
Perhaps I play these games just to win a few,
In case they reveal a purpose I never knew.

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तेरी आँखों में जब-जब मैंने झाँका,
खुद को हीरे-सा दमकता पाया।
तेरी मौजूदगी ने जगाए मेरे मन के सुर,
तेरे बिना तो हर गीत अधूरा ही रह जाता।

लोग राह में सुन तो लेंगे मुझे,
पर कौन ठहरेगा, लौट-लौटकर सुनेगा
मेरे दिल की धुन, तेरे बिना?

तेरी मुस्कान ने सिखाया मुझे जीने का अर्थ,
तेरी हँसी में ही मिला जीवन का यकीन।
हाँ, सपनों में मैंने तुझे देखा है,
पर सच से भी ज़्यादा सुंदर निकले वे पल।

शायद किसी दिन तू समझ पाएगा
तेरे होने की असली क़ीमत,
या तेरे जाने की चुभन।

और जिस दिन सपनों की बारात में
मैं तुझे अपने साथ खड़ा देखूँगी,
उसी दिन मेरी आत्मा का यह डूबा गीत
पूरा हो जाएगा।

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Do you know how it feels
To touch a growing flower,
To see its beauty unfold,
To pluck it for a loved one,
Imagining their smile,
Whispering you love them so much.

The flower, once alive with grace,
Now rests on a table,
Remembering how it felt
When it first saw the light of you.
Afraid of its own beauty,
It always knew it would be taken,
Far from home,
Left to wither, longing for life.

But beauty never saves.

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If it feels the world,
You are yet to see a heaven.
You may think again.
You may ignore the facts,
You may recall the worldly acts,
But you are yet to see a heaven.

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