Neither joy,
nor sorrow
only stillness.
They name it peace.
I wonder…
is it life,
or just pause?

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Window still dreams,
bird once loved,
flight stole you.

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I am the friend
they remember by name
when deadlines breathe down their necks,
when exams loom like storms
on the horizon.

The rest of the year,
I am a shadow in the corner,
a bookmark never turned out,
still, I stayed,
all for the fairy tale
I called friendship.

They know the truth,
but the art of using me
has become their second skin.
Don’t curse them,
I was the soil
that let the habit take root.

I wanted to be a friend,
not a tool on a dusty shelf
picked only when needed.

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Sometimes, people step into
your life like storms and sunlight,
some wash away the old,
others help you bloom,
all shaping the landscape
of your character.

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People may build castles for you,
and your love may rise like waves to touch their walls.
But don’t be fooled by the illusion—
don’t lose yourself in it.
It’s only a sandcastle by the shore,
too weak to stand against your waves.

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When someone says,
“You deserve better,”
tell them:
“Maybe I do.
But just like a bird chooses its nest,
even if a storm might destroy it,
I choose what feels like home.
It could live safely in a cage,
but that’s not where it belongs.
It belongs to the nest
not the safest place,
but the one it loves.”

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What color can I paint my skin?

//Check caption for poem

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The most hated word is “maybe,”
A whisper dressed in fragile light,
At times,a lantern in the dark,
At times,a tremble in self-doubt’s bite.

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Don’t chase the moon,
It was never yours to hold.
It lives in the sky,
While your soul walks the earth.

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Why is it hard to be the moon?

The moon may be admired
by everyone in the world,
People may be like the moon
in their night, who cares in noon?
The moon may be flirting
by the poet, no one loved it yet.

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