The empty train seats now hum with forgotten stories—some were marked by stolen glances, others by silent yearnings. Minds wandered, lost in contemplation, while the wind softly ruffled hair and dreams soared silently behind closed eyes. Each vacant seat once cradled a fleeting moment, a quiet dance of emotions, now left behind in the stillness.

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Frozen in eternity’s
embrace,
Leaving behind the
unending race,
The fragrance of peace,
Intoxicating the silent
breeze,
The shores of love, calm
and wild,
Imprinting its footsteps
behind,
A soul who caressed
its flaws,
Took a moment, paused,
and paused,
It breathed an aura of
freedom,
A quiet force, untamed,
yet solemn

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Clear and crisp,
Unlike frost or mist,
The winter sky hums,
Slowly, calmly,
A lullaby of peace.

Quiet and warm,
Under night’s blanket,
She melted like the moon,
Cloaking her scars,
Fading with the dawn.

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My heart skipped a beat,
As the weight of truth sank in,
The moment slipped away,
And I never truly embraced it,
I left it halfway,
Just like this poem,
A story untold,
A journey undiscovered.

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Deep down,
I long to remain still
Amidst the dandelions,
wild and free,
Eyes fixed on the moon's
soft glow,
As whispers of the waves
drift gently near.

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Beneath the quiet stars, I lay,
Cradled in the warmth of
morning’s dew,
It whispered to my soul,
a soft caress,
And wrapped me in Winter's
tender verse.

The dark velvet sky, a blanket
wide,
Spreading its healing aura far
and wide,
Like a balm to soothe the
deepest wound,
It filled my heart with
peace profound.

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The silence of the
fallen leaves,
The chaos of the
Autumn fall,
The freezing chills
on the naked skin,
Echoes of the
distant face,
The season change,
but not the ache,
Time fades, but
not the stains.

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They endure in silence,
Fighting a relentless battle within,
Bearing it all with a smile,
Never uttering a complaint,
Unyielding in the face of adversity,
Their struggles often remain unseen,
Yet they are among the most
courageous creation of God.

Happy Men's Day!

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At the hours of silence, I hear
a scream so loud,
Piercing through the night,
shattering the shroud.
The whispers echo, the walls
shrink,
The illusions tremble, without
a blink.

The stillness in the dark that I
couldn't control,
Just like my consciousness that's
slipping, taking its toll.
A fragile mind in a vast, empty
space,
Haunted by shadows it cannot
erase.

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Time faded,
So as the memories,
The petrichor bloomed,
And the world stand still,
The daffodils in the scorching sun,
All dried up and lost its glam,
The droplets of water, chilled and frost,
The places covered in snow and storm.

I saw the seasons changing its cloth,
To and fro,
As I longed for the old days,
Isolated and restless,
Then I turned those dusty pages of life,
I saw it empty and pale,
The passage of time shooked
its head and whispered,
"Its your turn, paint those pages with
green and blue".

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