🎂 A Birthday Toast to My Digital Dulaara💌
It started with “Hi”—the most innocent crime,
Now I steal your time… and sanity, full-time. 😜
From “hi” on Telegram to stealthy Meet flirts,
I drop typed bombs while rocking cute shirts.😜👕


I pick silly fights, you go full alert mode,
Like SRK in love, with texting overload. 😆📱
You send long msgs nd calls, trying to heal the storm,
While I drop passive-aggressive charm as the norm!
You apologized sweet like a rom-com scene,
While I turned into a full-on Bollywood drama queen!👑🎬

Still you stay—greenest flag I’ve ever seen,
So sweet, you deserve cake, not just caffeine. 🍰💚
You patch things up even when I’m clearly wrong,
So Ary, you’re the hero of our rom-com song. 💖🎥

Roaster by day, sweetheart by choice,
Your punchlines come with your calming voice.
You handle my chaos like a seasoned pro,
And babe, you're the lead in my love-show. 💖🎬

So here’s your day—go eat that cake,
Recharge your cuteness for my next mistake. 😆🍰
You're my bug fix, my comic relief,
The OTP in my dramatic belief!

Hehe

Yours buggu

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The Woman Who Builds

She wakes before the sun can rise,
Dreams alight in weary eyes.
With steady hands and iron will,
She shapes the world, she climbs uphill.

Through crowded streets and busy trains,
She walks through fire, she breaks the chains.
A desk, a field, a factory floor,
She does it all—and then some more.

Yet whispers chase, the doubts still sting,
"Can she balance everything?"
A worker, mother, heart so wide,
Still judged on what she leaves aside.

But watch her soar, just look her way,
She leads, she builds, she paves the way.
Not just for her, but those to come,
A world reborn—a rising sun.

So on this day, we stand, we cheer,
For every woman, far and near.
She is the force, the light, the key—
The strength that sets the future free.

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They call it duty, not a choice,
Yet never pause to hear her voice.
The meals, the warmth, the love, the care,
All taken in as if just air.

No paycheck comes, no grand applause,
No break, no rest, no workers' laws.
She’s the pillar, yet they say,
She’s "just at home"—a life in gray.

But homes don’t rise on ghosts alone,
Nor love survive on hearts of stone.
She is the fire, the light, the way,
Yet locked within a world of clay.

Today, we see, today, we say,
No more should light be kept at bay.
For every home, each life, each start,
Exists because of women’s heart

On this day, we speak her name,
Not in whispers, not in shame.
A woman’s work—no small, soft thing,
But the force that makes life sing

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They call it duty, not a choice,
Yet never pause to hear her voice.
The meals, the warmth, the love, the care,
All taken in as if just air.

No paycheck comes, no grand applause,
No break, no rest, no workers' laws.
She’s the pillar, yet they say,
She’s "just at home"—a life in gray.

But homes don’t rise on ghosts alone,
Nor love survive on hearts of stone.
She is the fire, the light, the way,
Yet locked within a world of clay.

Today, we see, today, we say,
No more should light be kept at bay.
For every home, each life, each start,
Exists because of women’s heart

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The Silent Backbone

She wakes before the break of dawn,
A life of love, yet one foregone.
The world outside may chase and run,
But her war’s fought in tasks undone.

The coffee brews, the floor is clean,
The children dressed, yet she’s unseen.
A thousand roles, no name, no wage,
A life devoted, a gilded cage.

They say she rests, they say she’s free,
No deadlines, stress, or salary.
Yet every meal, each mended seam,
Is built upon a buried dream.

A house, a home—her hands provide,
But where’s her voice, her place, her pride?
They call it duty, fate, her part,
But what of dreams within her heart?

She builds a world with quiet hands,
Yet never writes in shifting sands.
Her labor stitched in daily threads,
A life unseen, where silence treads.

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A Promise to Me

I promise to stand when I feel like falling,
To rise again when the world is calling.
To trust my strength, my heart, my mind,
To leave my doubts and fears behind.

I promise to love myself each day,
Through every storm and skies of gray.
To speak with kindness, to act with grace,
To honor my dreams at my own pace.

I promise to learn, to grow, to be,
The truest version of only me.
To not compare, to not pretend,
To be my own most loyal friend.

I promise that when times are rough,
I’ll remind myself—I am enough.
No matter what the world may see,
I’ll always keep this promise to me.

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Sometimes you’re wrong, you fail to see,
The truth behind who they claim to be.
A smile so warm, a voice so kind,
Yet shadows lurk behind the mind.

A friend in light, a foe in dark,
A whispered lie, a hidden mark.
You trust, you hope, you give your all,
Only to watch the curtain fall.

But lessons bloom from broken trust,
Through pain and loss, we learn we must—
Not all who shine are made of gold,
Not all sweet words are truth untold.

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The physics of me🥰

Momentum shifts—a force anew,
Inertia fades as I break through.
No longer bound by past constraints,
Acceleration—no complaints.

Gravity pulls, but I still rise,
Escaping orbits, touching skies.
Like photons dancing, pure and bright,
I move at love’s own speed of light.

Time dilates in self-embrace,
No fixed frame, just open space.
Entropy whispers, yet I defy,
Rearranging stars inside my sky.

Magnetic fields align in tune,
Resonance hums—a cosmic rune.
No need for mass to hold my place,
I am my own defining space.

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Equations of Me

A new beginning, cells reset,
Molecules hum—I won’t forget.
Neurons fire, a bright synapse,
Love encoded in my maps.

My heartbeat drums in measured time,
A quantum dance, a pulse, a rhyme.
DNA, a spiral thread,
Writes my past—but not what’s ahead.

Gravity pulls, yet I rise free,
Forces bend, but strengthen me.
Atoms shift, yet I remain,
A universe within my brain.

No longer seeking proof or sign,
Love’s a formula—wholly mine.
Energy flows, I set it free,
The science of simply being me.

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Breaking the Bond: A Scientific Goodbye

We formed a weak attraction, a fleeting force,
Like van der Waals, it ran its course.
No covalent strength, no ionic might,
Just transient moments that faded from sight.

I hoped for fusion, a stable state,
But low activation sealed our fate.
No catalyst strong enough to ignite,
Our reaction fades into endless night.

Like a photon escaping a star’s last glow,
I release the bond and let you go.
Diffusion pulls you far from me,
Dissolved in time, like entropy.

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