I stood there, heart racing, with words on my tongue,
The final ones, heavy, but never once sung.
You walked away, your back turned to my plea,
I called out your name, but you couldn’t hear me.

There’s so much I wanted to say, so much to reveal,
The pain of goodbye, the love I still feel.
But silence was louder than all that I’d tried,
And my voice, though trembling, was swallowed by pride.

"I’ll love you forever," was one of the things,
But you were already gone, as silence took wings.
"I’m sorry," I whispered, though you couldn’t see,
The regret that still lingers, shackled to me.

You’ll never know how much I was scared to let go,
How I begged with my heart, but you couldn’t know.
Now all that’s left is the echo of goodbye,
And the last things unsaid, floating in the sky.

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Stuck With Someone Who’s Already Gone

I wake in the silence, still hearing your voice,
Echoes of laughter, now swallowed by choice.
The shadows you left in the spaces we made,
Feel colder than ever, where warmth used to fade.

Your absence is heavy, though you’re not around,
A weight in my chest that sinks without sound.
I reach for the moments, but they slip through my hand,
Like grains in the hourglass, scattered like sand.

I talk to the air, hoping you might reply,
But you’re already gone, and I don’t know why.
The love that once lived here now haunts every room,
Like flowers that wither in the depths of the gloom.

And still, I keep waiting, though I know it’s in vain,
To feel you beside me, to ease all the pain.
But here I remain, with the ghost of your name,
Stuck in a time where you’re never the same.

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बाबा आज बहुत हताश हूँ
लगता है आज सब बिखर रहा है
आज मेरा दिन बहुत ख़राब रहा
बहुत दिनों से दिन अच्छे नहीं जा रहे हैं
मुझे पता नहीं वजह क्या है?
शायद एक नाउम्मीदी घर कर गई है
या उम्मीद न उम्मीद होती हुई दिख रही है
जाने क्या कुछ उबल रहा है अंदर
या कुछ ठोस होता जा रहा है
मैं अकेला और ख़ुदको बहुत अकेला और नाउम्मीद महसूस कर रहा हूँ
बड़ी हिम्मत के बाद आज रो पाया हूँ
और ये सब आँखों से छलकते आँशु लेकर लिख रहा हूँ
मैं सबके होने पर भी अकेला और खोखला हूँ
ये पहली दफ़ा नहीं है कि वक़्त मुश्किल है
पर शायद बहुत वक़्त बाद है
मैं परेशान हूँ
मगर अब रोकर कुछ लिख रहा हूँ तो सुकून है
कि शायद करीब सालों बाद वो जागा
जो आसमान छूने के सपने देखता था
शायद वो अब जागा ही रहेगा.....

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Echoes of Solitude

In the silence, I learn to breathe,
A quiet ache that won’t let go,
Where love once lived, now shadows weave,
And memories haunt what I don’t show.

Solitude was never kind
It whispered truths I couldn’t hear,
Now broken hearts are left behind,
In spaces where you once were near.

The world still spins, yet I stand still,
A hollow place where light won’t creep,
I build my walls with muted will,
And wait for something I can’t keep.

Your absence echoes through my veins,
A haunting song of love once bright,
In solitude, the heart remains,
A shadow in the fading light.

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Unspoken Words

There are words I’ve kept locked inside,
Like a storm waiting for release,
I stand with them, swallowed by pride,
Afraid they’ll shatter the fragile peace.

I loved you in ways I never said,
In the quiet moments we shared,
But each time I reached, I pulled back instead,
Afraid you'd see me laid bare.

I held my breath, words on my tongue,
Like fire that I couldn’t ignite,
So many things I should’ve sung,
But stayed silent in the dead of night.

What if you knew the depths I’ve drowned?
Would it have changed how we stand today?
I’m lost in what we never found,
In all the things I couldn’t say.

Now I speak in silence, eyes that weep,
For unspoken words still haunt me so,
And I wonder, as I fall asleep,
If you feel them too, though you’ll never know.

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Healing

The cracks in my heart are deep,
Wounds that the world can't see,
But in silence, they start to seep,
Softly, slowly, setting me free.

I once thought I'd never be whole,
Each scar a reminder of pain,
But now, I know it's made me whole,
Like sunlight after the rain.

Healing isn’t a perfect line,
It’s jagged edges, steps unknown,
But every fall, every climb,
Teaches me how to grow alone.

And so I rise, not without scars,
But stronger, with a quieter grace,
For the broken pieces are now stars,
Lighting up my healing space.

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"Echoes of Home"

I left my home, its doors ajar,
A world so warm, beneath the stars.
In this new city, lights burn bright,
But in my heart, there's endless night.

The streets are crowded, yet I’m alone,
Chasing dreams, but missing home.
Each corner here feels so far,
From the places where my memories are.

I long for the scent of familiar air,
The whispered songs of love and care.
But here I stand, with books in hand,
Trying to build, but not understand.

Yet in my heart, I carry it near,
The hope that home will soon be clear.
For in the distance, though it may be,
Home waits for me, eternally.

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Whispers of a Love Gone By

In twilight’s glow, your shadow fades,
A ghost of joy that once we made.
The stars above still softly weep,
For promises we could not keep.

The air still hums your whispered name,
A haunting tune, a silent flame.
I walk the path where we once stood,
Now lost in time, misunderstood.

Beneath the moon, I search for you,
In every breeze, in skies so blue.
Yet all I find is empty space,
A cold embrace, a fading trace.

But love, though lost, can never die,
It lingers in the endless sky.
In every tear, in every sigh,
I find you still, though you’ve said goodbye.

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The leaves drift down in whispered grace,
Unraveling tales of a tender embrace,
Each fluttering fall, a silent sigh,
Like attachments formed, we wonder why.

With every breeze, a notion clings,
A memory of seasons, of fleeting things.
The roots that once held, now let them fly,
Just as we hold on, afraid to say goodbye.

The autumn wind, it speaks of change,
Of love that shifts and hearts estranged.
Each leaf, a thought, a bond, a dream,
Carried away by time's swift stream.

Yet in the fall, the soil is kind,
It holds the fragments we leave behind.
For every leaf that drifts from view,
Another rises, old and new.

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A sparrow soared on winds so free,
Through skies of blue, her heart at ease.
But storm clouds grew, the winds did roar,
She tumbled down, but hoped once more.

Bruised and beaten, on the ground,
She felt the sting, the heavy sound.
Yet deep within, a voice did call,
"The storm will fade, you will not fall"

With trembling wings, she spread them wide,
And took to flight, no longer tied.
For strength is born when courage calls,
From every rise, and every fall

The winds may howl, the skies may cry,
But she will soar, a sparrow high.
For every storm that brings her low,
She finds the strength to rise and grow

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