From the journal of a love-lorn lady, year unknown... This night, the house speaks again... It murmurs his name through the broken pane, as though love itself were trapped between brick and breath... I dare not answer, lest the silence grow jealous... The neighbours call it gossip, say the walls
I looked up today, and for once, the sky didn’t feel distant— it felt like an answer. The coconut tree swayed, the wind hummed something ancient, and I realized— maybe peace isn’t found, maybe it’s remembered. Life stands like that tree, rooted deep in shifting sand, learning
Spotted you across the room, put a spell on you, led you to the mossy forest ground. You danced to my beat on our first meet. Dangerous but exciting. Time to embrace or leave the maze. So, what will it be? Leave or stay, we'll always have this
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The sindoor does not just rest on her skin— it transforms her. Her face, already a garden of laughter, suddenly carries the radiance of flame. Every curve of her smile glitters brighter, her eyes bloom softer, yet stronger— as if the sun itself leaned closer to watch her shine. In
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Each to their own orbit, bound, Each to their own center, wound. Each in their own sphere, confined, Each in their own spin, defined.
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For an observer, I do nothing but watch what has come of my people. Blinded by golden hills of greed, heedless of the agonised screams. Of children whose skin peeled back from flesh, and brittle bone ground to ash. People who shed tears for forgotten wars, buried beneath concrete and
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Just as adversity came into your life without knocking, Joy will too, seep into your life again like sunlight on a Monday morning. You will brew a cup of coffee, and it won't be your survival liquid, But a thing you are thankful to sip on - it
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Please be a little slow, oh summer ! In sunflower fields , sleep a little, oh summer ! On mangoes and jackfruit logs where bees buzz and stuck With thy warmth lives bloomed with the grandeur of luck. Shaking of the drunken drowsiness of Spring . All in a tune those sun soaked afternoons
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This time last year, when my best friend and I were discussing how pretty sundresses were, I didn’t anticipate a trend starting in the United States, where young men and women have become equally obsessed with colourful, graceful sundresses. In a world where we can all wear whatever we
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Your eyes. Your beautiful brownie eyes. They remind me of the season autumn . The way they shine feels like falling leaves in golden skies. Soft as whispers that comfort my soul, A warmth that stays and makes me feel whole, A golden fire that makes me feel comfortable. And every
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Here’s to reaching out to an end of me, Stranded by multitudes of blockades. The rift came along, and I survived, Not by my own self, but supported by their deft hands. What’s unseen, though, are the silent touches of friends. They saw me, even when I was
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I pressed my head against the cool glass of the window, my gaze cast downwards, focused on nothing but the clouds that clung together. Trees flooded with purple balls of blossom intertwined, swaying in the light breeze, as tiny sparrows planted their delicate feet upon the thin branches. I found