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In seekers heart a soul lay bare , A shadow within with a secret to share . For it must seek the seekers choice ! The soul must ask but must be poise . Its darkest moments that it must hide . Then why would a soul lay bare ? Hide itself beneath the pale haze
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I looked at the world through rose coloured glasses, A world so small, Yielding beauty that some have bypassed. We took it for granted, Growing pride in our hearts, Blinded by the greed and hatred we've planted. I am looking at the world through tearstained lenses, A world
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In the arena of art, I played a woeful part. Hiding my truth behind this pretence, I prayed the mask might shield me. But when the music faded, and the lights burned out, I saw — it wasn't the mask that hid me; it was me, all along. In
Hindi
ऊँची इमारतों पर धूल जम रही है शायद सत्ता के भूखे लोगों की अस्थियाँ उड़ रही हैं शहर रो रहा है, शोक मना रहा है किसी कूचे में बैठे एक बच्चे की खाली थाली
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She closed the door. The knocking outside didn’t stop. She wanted to open it, but fear held her back. She kept walking towards the door and returning to the bed again and again. Finally, she sat in the corner of the room, switched off the lights, and covered her
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The Youngest child is often the strongest in the family People assume they have everything they need, That they're carefree, spoiled or that life has always been easier for them. But they forget, the youngest carries a quiet weight too. They're expected to just "Glow
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You'll never die if you fall in love with a poet, They make your life so mesmerizing by their thoughts like a shining star, They will wrap you up by their attractive words, They will show you to the world of love , happiness and euphony printed in line
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I find our memories sometimes, Pressed into the corners of jeans pockets, Buried like dirt and indifference, Old napkins and notes, With promises long forgotten. Fading ink mixing with worn-out moments, Writhing from the neglect, Aching to come back, To make the false true again. It all blends together sometimes,
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The blue splashes across the canvas Creating cerulean skies The paint streaks past the speed of light Covering up my saddest cries The azure sea ripples with ink And silence washes over sand The lines I carve from purple veins Bleed freely, falling where I stand The waves cross paths
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A quiet clock inhales the night, Twelve breaths held, then set to fly. Old worries loosen their tight grip, Like leaves that finally say goodbye. The year ahead stands, clean and wide, A page still warm from winter’s hand. With hopeful ink and steady heart, We write our dreams
Poem
मैं आऊँगी तेरी हर एक आवाज़ पर, पर तू मुझे बुलाए तो सही। मैं रुक जाऊँगी तेरे रोकने पर, पर तू रोके तो सही। मैं करूँगी इंतज़ार तेरे कहने पर, पर तू कहे तो
Poem
little girl gazed out of the window, Watching a small bird learning to fly, And the endless blue sky waiting for her, Calling her beyond her quiet sigh. After a few moments of hesitation, The trembling wings chose faith over fear, At last the bird took flight, Dancing freely, crystal-clear.