Let me hug you—just once.
Let me hold on,
before you're gone—just once.
Let me dream of you,
for a moment more—just once.
Let me kiss you,
like never before—just once.
For I know you’ll never be mine, not ever—
so let me be yours, just once... just once.

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And when he feels me deep within him,
Something lights up inside me.
Maybe my heart skips a beat,
Or maybe—just maybe—
It rushes on in rhythmic heat.

But in the end, between every breath,
I always fall for him a bit harder,
without regret.

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OH DARLING,
The more you try to hide,
The more I fight to stay alive.
The more you make me shy,
The more I touch the sky.
The more you hold me tight,
The more I ache for night.
The more you whisper “I love you,”
The more I lose myself in you.

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"आज सालों बाद याद आया"
तुमसे मिलना,
तेरे प्यार में पड़ना,
तुझे बेपनाह चाहना,
तेरा हाथ थामना—
ये सब कोई इत्तेफ़ाक़ नहीं था।
ये तो एक सपना था,
बस एक लंबी रात का हसीन सपना—
जिससे जागना भी
किसी सज़ा से कम न था।"

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Why does one night have only one dawn?
To show that light can rise where dark has gone.
Why does one life end with just one breath?
To teach us the worth of each step before death.

When countless sorrows knock at the door,
Why can't one hope rise and fight them all more?
When many smiles can brighten the day,
Why does one tear wash them away?

May be because in the stillness of one small spark
Lies the fire that can light the deepest dark.

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ଲେଖି ଦେଇ ଯିବି ଅନେକ ଗାଥା
କିନ୍ତୁ ଲେଖି ପାରିବି କି ନିଜକୁ ନେଇ ଗୋଟେ କବିତା?

କହି ଦେଇ ଯିବି ଅନେକ ବ୍ୟଥା
କିନ୍ତୁ କରିପାରିବି କି ତାକୁ ଦୂରେଇବାର ଗୋଟେ ଚେଷ୍ଟା?

ହଁ —ନୁହେଁ ମୁଁ କବି , ନୁହେଁ ମୁଁ ଲେଖିକା,
କିନ୍ତୁ ଲେଖି ତ ପାରିବି ନିଜ ଜୀବନର କିଛି ଅକୁହା କଥା...

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Sometimes,
when I’m alone, I miss him.
But then I catch my reflection in the mirror—
and I stop.
Because every wrinkle, every scar, every regret, every pain
carries his name like an old, unwelcome shadow.

And in this silence,
my loneliness no longer misses him—
it only holds me.

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Ravi’s Ridiculous Rescue

Ravi the rooster, proud and bold,
Rode a goat (or so we're told).
Realized quick it wasn’t wise,
Right into mud, they met some flies.

Rani the cow began to moo,
Rushed to help with her left shoe.
Rope in mouth, she tried her best,
Rammed a fence and made a mess.

Rabbits laughed, the ducks all cheered,
Ravi stood up, slightly smeared.
Raising wings, he struck a pose,
Remembered then—he'd lost his clothes!

Rumor says he strutted home,
Ruling still his muddy dome.

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"The Choice"
If you asked me to choose
between a rose and a wildflower,
I’d simply choose the rose.

Because I am the wildflower—
the one that blooms anywhere, anytime,
carrying a light that never fades,
even through pain.

But if I choose the rose this time,
maybe I’ll learn
what it means to be plucked—
not carelessly,
but gently,
and only for love.

Maybe I’ll learn not to be hated,
but to be held,
to be dated—at least once.

Maybe I’ll learn not to be stepped on,
but to be saved in a vase,
even if just for a day.

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My good morning
begins with a kiss
on your cheek—
A kiss that serves as an alarm,
Just to wake you from my realm,
So I can see you,
feel you,
touch you,
and breathe you
for real as mine.

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