Her lips brushed against mine, barely a kiss—more a promise, an invitation. And in that moment, the silence between us was full of all the words we never needed to speak.

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Happy Rath Yatra ❤️

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Ghosted

You vanished, without a trace,
Left me lost, with no embrace.
The silence screams, a hollow sound,
A love once pure, now on the ground.

I waited for your call, your word,
But you were gone, and it still hurts.
Your absence cuts like jagged glass,
A cruel reminder of the past.

I begged for closure, begged for peace,
But you just left, without release.
Now I'm drowning in your ghost,
A love I held, now just a boast.

But in this ache, I’ll find my fire,
Burning through this endless mire.
You broke me, yes, but I’ll stand tall
I’ll rise again, I’ll be my all.

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Too young to leave, yet gone too soon,
A heart that burned like a silver moon.
Brilliant, pure, and full of grace
Now a whisper in time, an empty space.

The world will ache, the stars will weep,
For the soul too bright, too deep.
But in the silence, one truth stands:
Even death can’t crush the dreams in our hands

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"Torn Apart"

We loved with hearts that beat as one,
Underneath the fading sun.
But whispers turned to walls so high,
And dreams of us began to die.

Your mother’s words, so cold, so sharp,
My father’s gaze, a hollow mark.
Love was a fire, but duty burned,
And from each other, we were turned.

In silence now, our souls remain,
Tangled in a bittersweet pain.
The distance grows, but hearts still yearn,
For a love that never could return.

The world moves on, but all I see,
Is the broken part of you and me.
A love once pure, now lost, erased,
By family’s hands and love’s own haste.

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The Shore's Love for the Sea

The shore, she waits with open arms,
Her heart, a beacon through the storms.
She whispers to the sea,
"Come near, For you alone, I hold so dear."

Each wave that crashes, soft and true,
Is love, unspoken, just for you.
Her sands, they reach with longing grace,
To feel your touch, to see your face.

Though distance keeps you far from me,
My love, it spans the endless sea.
With every tide that pulls away,
I count the hours 'til you stay.

And though we part, our love won’t die,
For in my heart, you’ll always lie.
The shore, she waits with love so wide,
Forever here, your love, my guide.

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Her skin is a garden,
where desire blooms without shame
not taboo, but a soft unfolding
of love’s pure flame.

She is not a taboo,
She is the universe,
Wrapped in a skin so soft it could be a dream,
Whispering:
Come, love me not because you must,
But because in loving me,
You love yourself

Each curve speaks of longing,
each breath a whispered prayer,
her touch is not forbidden,
but a truth we both share.

In her gaze, the universe;
in her laugh, eternity.
She is not to be hidden,
but a love, wild and free.

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A train hums on the iron tracks,
Whistling past the world it lacks,
Across the curves, it smoothly glides,
Carrying stories, hearts, and strides.

On one side, the journey’s clear,
While the other, a mystery near.
Faces blur, yet each one’s bright,
A mosaic of lives in morning light

The businessman in a crisp, neat tie,
Dreaming of the deals that will fly high,
The traveler with a tattered map,
Seeking new places, a gentle nap.

A mother cradles her child so tight,
Whispers of comfort in soft twilight.
A student with books in a hopeful hand,
Chasing knowledge, a far-off land.

The old man gazes out the pane,
Memories swirling like a passing train,
A couple in love, hands tightly bound,
Planning futures that haven’t been found.

The train crosses its opposite lane,
In perfect sync, in perfect strain,
All these lives, just a fleeting sight,
Heading toward dawn, or fading night.

Each passenger, with dreams untold,
On tracks that shimmer, bright and bold.
And as the wheels turn, steady, free,
They all chase the horizon, separately.

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The river left with gentle grace,
A lover’s kiss, a soft embrace.
It flowed away, but in its wake,
The mountain’s heart began to break.

The mountain stood, in silent plea,
Its soul entwined in memory.
"Return to me," it whispered soft,
But the river soared, aloft, aloft.

Through seasons changed, the mountain's cries
Echoed in the endless skies.
A love so deep, it would not fade,
Yet the river's course was never swayed.

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Breaking the Chains

She was a whisper, soft and small,
Tied to the hearth, behind the wall.
Her dreams were lost in early vows,
A girl, a bride, but not herself how?

Years passed, but something stirred,
A longing voice, once barely heard.
With courage born of quiet pain,
She broke the chains, she broke the reign.

Now she stands with fire in her eyes,
A woman unbroken, reaching the skies.

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