Friday is a golden gate where dreams take flight,
It shakes off the chains of the weekday fight.
A whispered promise of restful delight.

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She sat where shadows held their breath,
Wrist marked by love that felt like death.
The chains were real, but more than steel—
They spoke of silence she could feel.

Then light spilled in—a golden thread,
A whisper from the sky ahead.
She stood. She shook. The cuffs fell wide,
And something burning bloomed inside.

She didn’t run. She didn’t cry.
She spread her wings beneath the sky.
A dove rose from the dust below—
And she, at last, let herself go.

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Embrace the new year as a resplendent sunrise unfurls—bathed in golden hope, shimmering with boundless promise, and alive with infinite dreams waiting to be realized.

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Water, rivers, lakes and oceans look good from outside. But it is scary from the inside.

Shreya Shrutika

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MAKE YOUR OWN ROAD

For years, the path seemed clear—wake up, work, repeat. But beneath the monotony, a quiet ache grew, a feeling of being lost despite moving forward. The road felt suffocating, like a cage with no doors. Every day, the same routine, the same expectations, and yet something was missing.

One evening, standing at a crossroads, the weight of it all became unbearable. A voice inside whispered, You don't have to follow this road anymore. And so, with a mixture of fear and hope, the decision was made to step away from the familiar.

The new path was uncertain, full of unknowns. There were moments of doubt, of loneliness, but each step forward felt freer than the last. Along the way, mistakes were made, but they were not failures—they were just signs of growth, of learning to carve a road that was truly one's own. And with time, that road became the one that finally felt like home.

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I broke free from the weight of expectations,
Carrying only my heart’s quiet yearnings and hesitations.
Finally, healed the scars of all my silent frustrations.

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the sun's first light,
Breaking through the clouds,
shining so bright.
A burst of hope,
a sweet release,
As the week winds down,
bringing peace.

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it is nurtured with care,
adorned with vibrant blossoms,
lush greenery,
and the gentle melodies of nature, creating a serene harmony that soothes the soul and delights the senses.

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A Lot Can Happen Over A Cup of Coffee

In a quiet café, bathed in light,
Two strangers met, hearts shy, yet bright.
A cup of coffee, rich and warm,
Brought forth a bond, subtle, yet stormed.

He spoke of lands both far and wide,
She shared her dreams, where hearts could hide.
In every glance, in every smile,
A silent promise lingered awhile.

But time, it moves with steady pace,
And he must leave, the journey’s trace.
She sat alone, but hoped and prayed,
That love’s return would not fade.

Years passed, as seasons turned,
Her heart ached, her spirit yearned.
Then one bright morning, soft and still,
He walked through the door, his heart fulfilled.

No words were needed, none were sought,
For love had answered all she thought.
In every sip, their worlds combined,
A lot can happen when hearts are aligned.

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a deep exhaustion wraps itself around me, heavy and all-encompassing, carrying the weight of every struggle, every small victory, every fleeting emotion that passed through my day. My mind swirls with thoughts—regrets, unsaid words, moments of joy that now feel distant. But as I sink into the quiet, a profound sense of release washes over me, like the world’s burdens slipping away. The outside fades into a distant hum, and for a brief, fragile moment, it's just me and the stillness. I whisper a quiet prayer for tomorrow—that it will be softer, more forgiving—as sleep gently, mercifully, pulls me into its tender embrace.

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