The Prince and His Redemption
There was a prince, both proud and torn,
Whose soul had wandered since the morn
He sought a voice, a place, a name,
Beyond the echoing halls of fame.
Not crowns nor cheers could still the ache,
A longing none but he could wake.
He chased the stars, he chased the sun,
Yet found no rest when day was done.
Through forests thick, through storms and flame,
He searched for self, not wealth or claim.
He stumbled deep in shadow’s den,
Where silence mocks the strength of men.
But still he rose with every fall,
A whisper guiding through it all.
He did not yield to dark despair,
But carved his light from thinning air.
And when he stood upon the height,
It wasn’t steel that won the fight
But thought refined through trial’s test,
A heart that learned what made it blessed.
For this was more than worldly pride,
It was the war he won inside.
No throne could match, no crown could bind
The prince who mastered soul and mind.
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A Fire Within
The urge to serve, a flame untamed,
A restless whisper calls my name.
To mend the wounds the world has torn,
To cradle light where hope is worn.
The aching hands, the tired eyes,
The ones the world forgets despise—
Their silent cries, their hollowed gaze,
I walk with them through shadowed days.
The weight of hunger, sharp and cruel,
A barren plate, a broken rule.
Yet in my hands, a seed is sown,
A dream to make the earth their own.
The chasm deep, the chains run tight,
A legacy of stolen rights.
But brick by brick, I carve the way,
Until the dawn devours gray.
Let no soul be left behind,
No heart unseen, no fate unkind.
For what is life if not to give,
To fight, to heal, to love, to live?
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Hate is a road of hollow stone,
Worn by footsteps not its own.
Each echo rings of anger past,
A history burned, a love outcast.
It calls in whispers, cold and tight,
A voice that feeds on endless night.
It builds no bridges, crafts no art,
Only fractures in the heart.
Hate begets hate, a ceaseless tide,
A mirror where no truth resides.
It tightens chains, it fuels the fight,
But leaves the soul a shade of white.
Yet love,oh love !a softer way,
A river carved through rock and clay.
It bends, it sways, yet does not break,
A patient hand, a path we make.
Love is not ease, nor fleeting fire,
Not gilded halls nor mere desire.
It is the strength to rise anew,
To heal, to trust, to push on through.
It is the home where hearts reside,
A place where wounds need not hide.
It lifts, it mends, it clears the sky,
A whispered truth!
So choose your road, but choose it wise,
One dims the soul, one clears the eyes.
One leads to echoes, lost in air,
The other sings beyond despair.
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The lord of good luck ,hope ,wisdom and new beginnings
Wishing you a very Happy Ganesh chathruthi-
There's a twist
In every story
Let me give you a gist,
But wait!
if you know it all,
Whats the whole point?
Do not have that alcohol,
Wait,there's more to come
Till then enjoy the fun!
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If you have a passion in your heart
And a purpose in your life
Then my friend, you are living your dream!-
You shine bright
Even in the Darkest of the night
You are the simmering hope,
Among the cosmophiles
To find a new constellation!
And just like the day,
There's a new Beginning
A new star is born!
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When he stops writing
And stops observing the smaller details of life!-
It doesn't really matter where you come from,
All that matters is where you aim to go!-