There’s Something…
There’s something in every gesture of his,
Else why would everyone call him a thief,
Why would they all name him a magician?

There’s something in him—
That turns me, not into Radha, not into Meera,
Not sandalwood, not basil,
Not the peacock feather, nor his flute—
But into a lovestruck,
bewildered companion,
drowned in his love.

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Not anymore,
I want to hide you, oh baby—
But I can’t.
It’s us, it’s you, it’s everywhere,
It is only you, I swear.
So trust me, baby,
I’m not gonna hide you anymore.

No more,
I don’t want to let go of you, oh darling—
It’s your fragrance driving me crazy.
No matter where I am, your scent is in the air,
It’s yours, I swear.
So trust me, darling,
I’ll live without you no more.

It’s your touch,
Your smile,
Your love,
Your memories,
Your tease,
Your wildness,
Your care…
Everything without you
Is nothing but emptiness.

So trust me, baby, if you can,
I could never hold anyone else—
Not anywhere, not in any way.
It’s only you,
Just only you,
Yes, only you,
My dear.

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क्यूँ करूँ मैं तुमसे शिकायत,
क्या इतना हक़ है मेरा?
क्यूँ करूँ मैं तुमसे मोहब्बत,
क्या इतना इंतज़ार कर पाऊँ मैं तेरा?

क्यूँ कहूँ तुमसे दिल की बात,
जब तुम सुन न सको मेरी आहट?
क्यूँ करूँ मैं अपनी ज़िंदगी तुम्हारे लिए समर्पित,
जब मेरी धड़कनों की पुकार,
तुम्हारी साँसों के लिए हो बेकार।

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OH, BABY!... JUST FOR ALWAYS
Trust me, baby,
The more you try to
hide your love,
The more I get lost,
tripped within it.
The more you try to
steal my breath,
The deeper I feel you
living in me.

Maybe for you,
I’m still the one I used to be,
But in truth, I’ve changed—
I no longer wish to fly
in my own dreams.
It’s just you, and only you,
I want to hold, to feel,
to lean on, to live,
and to die just for always.

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A SECRET BURIED
Vayu, Neer, and Aag had been true friends since childhood. Yet destiny tied them to a cruel rule—Aag and Neer could never touch. If fire met water, one would surely die.

Still, they swore to stay together. Vayu often said, “Our fate is still up in the air, but I’ll bind us.” Neer admitted, “Without you both, I feel like a fish out of water.” Aag smirked, “I know I’m playing with fire, but some risks are worth it.”

One night, beneath the ancient fort, they discovered a letter buried in a glass jar. Its words were faint, almost like a spell: “The three of you cannot remain as one, unless you surrender what you are.”

That night, the village heard a strange cry—half wind, half flame, half rushing water. By dawn, the three were gone.

Some say they chose to become part of nature: Vayu the wind, Neer the river, Aag the fire.
Others whisper something darker—that the letter carried a secret too heavy to bear.

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I erupt like fire—
uninvited, unstoppable,
turning your calm into storm.

I am born of pain,
nurtured by ego,
fed by fear,
and sharpened by frustration.

I burn fast,
I burn deep—
sometimes to protect,
sometimes to destroy.

The more you ignore me,
the stronger I grow.
They call me rage,
they call me fury,
but trust me—
I am storm,
I am demon,
darker, deadlier,
far more terrifying than a name.

At times, I am your shield,
breaking chains of silence,
giving voice to your buried truth.
At times, I am your enemy,
etching scars
you never meant to carve.

So tell me—
when I rise again in your veins,
will you silence me…
or will I silence you?

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OH DARLING,
just tease me more,
oh baby,
just hold me more.

For you know—
your heartbeat is my favourite music,
your blinking eyes, my sweetest season,
your lips that play my dearest role,
and you, who surrenders to me whole—

are the treasure I cherish,
the love I live for, eternal.

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O DESTINY,,
You gave me a lot, like the love Radha found in Krishna’s flute—
sweet, boundless, eternal.
Yet with a turn of your hand, one letter shifted,
and all became lost—as though the flute fell silent,
leaving only longing in the air.

You are the chariot Krishna drives—sometimes guiding me to Kurukshetra’s glory, other times to its grief.

They say, “Such is one’s lot in life,” yet I wonder: why must my lot always slip into the river of loss? Am I cursed to be the dice Yudhishthira rolled, forever trapped between dharma and despair?

If so, let me at least find solace in Saraswati’s veena, where even the lost notes echo eternal.

—A Seeker in Your Myth

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“Hey baby,
Do you know what I love the most with you?
The game of hide and seek,”
he said in a flirty, witchy tone.

Surprised, I asked,
“What? But do we even play this game?”

He leaned closer,
his warm breath kissed my lips,
and whispered:
“I love to hide myself within you,
just to seek you within me.”

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**THE CRESCENT OF FATE**
Fate is not always bound to destiny.
Sometimes it is written,
Sometimes it is mistaken.
Sometimes it is driven,
Sometimes it just happens.
Sometimes it is left unfinished,
Sometimes it is reshaped.
Sometimes it turns evil,
Sometimes it reaches heaven.
Sometimes it says, “No more, I give up.”
Sometimes it never loses hope.
Sometimes it reaches its goal,
Yet can never satisfy its own soul.

And now, if you ask me—
Is fate a curse or a boon?
I would choose to skip it,
For it is neither dark like evil
Nor bright like the full moon.
It carries a crescent shape,
With the other side hidden,
Concealed by its own.

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