If you’re going through a difficult time, I hope this finds you.
You will be okay.
You will heal, and you will find joy in life again, even if it looks different from what it once was.

You are not stuck forever.
There will come a time when you’re not just surviving, but truly living and thriving.

Always remember:-
Dim stars still light up the night."
"Wounded wolves still run through the wild."

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Through the Looking Glass

Another year fades, and I’ve turned new pages
The lens I peer through has evolved with the ages

The corners of life that once felt confined
Have unraveled their colors, a spectrum redefined

The nights are gentler, though not yet flawless
Dreams now visit where rest was once lawless

There’s solace in knowing I’ve left behind
Those endless hours chasing a restless mind

The stormy skies retreat, unveiling the blue
The shadows that linger are reminders too

That every dark moment, every uphill climb
Has led me here — a survivor of time

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Where Shadows Whisper, and Dreams Entangle"

As I sink deeper in this weary bed—
Its springs creak beneath me like tired old men.
I inhale, in and out in a hollow manner.
All my busy thoughts are supposed to unfurl
Like the threads of a mat weaving machine.
I just feel the mattress engulfing me
With its gentle touch that would be
considered as carelessness.
My arms and legs go numb,
Like an abandoned ship at the ocean floor.
A painted ceiling which is above my head—
A fellowship of shadows and whispers—
As it appears to be, so it is.
I shut my eyelids, an act of giving up,
While ever wondering if the cover of darkness
has a switch.
I see only chaos in the mess which is
the torn sleeves of my dreams interspersed
with my successor fears.
I am surrounded by what I have encircled but
my heart is aching to break free,
just like a stupid bird against an invisible glass
window.
Here my body does not willingly want to move
and my spirit intends to float,
is there a place we can brand ‘tranquility’?
Perhaps not in sleep,
But in the practice of being still.

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In the 90s, a simpler time we knew,
Before selfies and social media grew.
Our days were filled with gully cricket cheer,
Echoing laughter, friends were always near.

Power cuts turned nights into magic tales,
Lit by candles, where nothing fails.
Birthdays meant Rasna, samosas, a feast,
Not just a post, but joy released.

Fields of cricket, the heart of our play,
After school hours, every single day.
We met in person, we spoke and shared,
In a world where showing off was rare.


In the 90s, we knew true delight,
Gathered around, kites soaring in flight.
Summer vacations, adventures untold,
Cycling through lanes, fearless and bold.

Board games and books, our treasured retreat,
Under the shade, escaping the heat.
With no GPS, we roamed and explored,
In a simpler world, where hearts soared

Life was peaceful, connections were true,
In the 90s, we lived with a different view

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August whispers in the breeze,
Golden leaves on dancing trees.
Sunsets paint the sky so bright,
Days grow short, and so the night.

Cicadas sing their final song,
Summer's end won't be long.
Fields of gold and skies of blue,
Nature's magic, always new.

As the season starts to wane,
August leaves a sweet refrain

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In the sky-piercing heights of Kargil, brave souls took an unwavering stand,
Guardians of our homeland, forming an unfaltering band.
Through storm and snow,they held the unbroken line,
With valor and grit, their spirits did shine.

Mountains echoed near and far with their tales of might,
In the darkest hours, they brought forth the hope of light.
For freedom's cause, they faced the times of the test,
Giving their all, they gave their best.

On the Kargil Diwas, their legacy we hail,
In our daily lives, their courage prevails.
With steadfast hearts, let's rise and strive,
Inspired by our beloved heroes, keeping our dreams alive.

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Gazing at the night sky, endless and vast,
All the stars whisper secrets of the past.
Light years away, yet shining so bright,
A dance of celestial wonders in the night.
Xenon clouds drift in cosmic embrace,
Yearning hearts find peace in this infinite space

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आज हम जो महकते हुए घूम रहे हैं,
वास्तव में वो हमारे पिता के पसीने की महक है।

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The setbacks carve the path for comebacks
Disappointments turn into lessons learnt
Criticism turn into feedbacks
Calmness prevails even in the most chaotic environment.

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A promise made without having an expiry date.

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