Who Knows the Galaxies?

How vast the galaxy spreads its wings,
A canvas of stars, where silence sings.
One alone feels endless to our eyes,
Yet beyond it,countless skies.

Each cluster drifting, worlds unknown,
Whispers of light from ages flown.
Are we the question, or the reply,
To mysteries written across the sky?

Galaxies bloom, then fade away,
Like sparks of time in cosmic play.
Who knows the truth, who dares to see?
The universe dreams its own poetry.

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“Dharti unki hai, shabd unke hain,
har ehsaas unse hi roshan hai.
Jisne likhne ka rang diya,
woh khud hi kavita ka swaroop hai.” ✨

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She kept looking at him continuously.
He was sleeping with
a gentle smile, as if
he was watching her in his dreams.
She whispered,
“Oh God, thank You
for this precious, soulful gift.”

She then lay down
beside him and drifted
off to sleep.
The next morning, she woke up early, decorated the room
with beautiful flowers,
and placed a bouquet in his hand.

As soon as he woke up, his eyes wandered around,
taking in everything in the room…
But still, the first thing he reached
for was her embrace,
not the bouquet.
He hugged her first, not the bouquet.
He picked her first, not the flowers.

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कभी-कभी पास रहकर भी,
मन की दूरी बढ़ जाती है,
शब्द मौन हो जाते हैं,
और आँखें भीगी रह जाती हैं।

प्यार कोई बंधन नहीं,
जो हर वक़्त बाँधे रखे,
यह तो एक खुला आकाश है,
जहाँ उड़ान भी ज़रूरी है, ठहराव भी।

वो इंसान जिससे जुड़ी है रूह,
उसे खोने का डर नहीं होता,
पर वक़्त की चुप्पियों में भी
उसकी धड़कन सुनाई देती है।

कुछ पल का फासला,
शायद एहसासों को और गहरा करे,
शायद मोहब्बत को नया नाम दे,
शायद दो दिलों को फिर से एक कर दे।

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Just for one day
Write a letter, that you will never write for yourself.
Just for one day
Write a letter for your love, that you will never write for them!
🌻🌸

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It feels like we are living the same life,
Rebonding again and again through time.
As if the soul is trapped in a loop,
Repeating the same love, the same loss.

We meet familiar eyes in strangers,
Feel echoes of old wounds without reason.
Forgetting the lessons, remembering the pain,
Like faded ink on pages we’ve turned too often.

Every life brings the same script with new actors,
And yet we forget how it ends, how it heals.
The universe keeps whispering, remember,
But we keep living like it’s the first time.

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I’ve always believed in quality over quantity , in every aspect of life.

In my diet, I don’t indulge for the sake of it. I choose food that fuels, heals, and sustains.

In friendship, I don’t seek to be surrounded. One or two people who truly understand me are enough.

In conversations, I no longer feel the need to fill silence. I speak when it adds value , not just sound.

In my routine, I don’t chase perfection. I build small, consistent habits that bring balance and peace.

In my goals, I’m no longer driven by comparison. I focus on what aligns with my values, not what looks impressive from the outside.

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Sitting by the window, I watched the first drops kiss the earth, soft and slow, like a forgotten lullaby returning home. The scent rose up warm, sweet, and full of life wrapping around me like a comforting memory. The soil breathed again, and so did I. Trees danced gently in the breeze, and the world outside shimmered with a quiet kind of joy. It wasn’t just rain ,it was a feeling, a freshness that reached the soul. In that moment, nothing else mattered. The fragrance of rain told me that beginnings are beautiful, and even the clouds come only to bless the earth with peace❤️🌧️☺️

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Expecting something
From expectations is the real
cause of heart break and sorrow. Nothing more.
Once you know that truth,
from that moment stop expecting.

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What if we were born into a world with no edges?
No lines drawn between right and wrong,
No rules whispered by others’ doubts,
No mirrors held up for approval.

What if we do not know about fears?
What if we never know about comparison?
What if we never know what imperfections are?
What if we never know what a lie is?

Then maybe,
We would run without looking back,
Speak without weighing every word,
Laugh without checking who’s listening,
And cry without hiding our faces.

Maybe we’d see the world not as broken,
But as a mosaic of meaning.
Maybe we'd love without a trace of fear,
And live with hearts that never learned to break.

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