Pen in hand, gracefully crafting,
Soulful ink on paper, gently bleeding.

Heart whispers, aching and screaming,
Words entwine, a tapestry weaving.

Poetry pours from within, emotions flooding,
Unlocking the depth, feelings overflowing.

Each verse unlocks the heart, secrets unfolding,
In each line composed, emotions consoling.

Calming, serene, a spirit undying,
Heart alight, soarin...

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Oh almighty,

Please help me, guide me and show your miracle,

please take charge of my life and drive me to the road,

which serves the best for my family and me.

I know you are the best,

have faith in all your plans,

show me your light and give me your strength,

I need your angel,

to give strength to my weathering wings

please help me,

dear God, please be there for me.

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Collect your pieces again and again,

Keep building your palace again and again.

Right time may not come,

but face all the hardship

 all the stone to build something beautiful again and again.

I thought to take rest,

but destiny wants me to be strong forever,

until the last breath. 

Destiny chose not to give me peace but the palace.

So I accept it now,

embrace it witho...

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Oh God, 

If there was a rain like such,

the heart gets purified,

from the charcoal of betrayel,ego, pessimism, hurt,

from the deeds of others or self,

burdening it with the clutter.

washing away the worldly sins and pain,

making it pure and innocent like a baby's soul.

Why life is full of suffering when it can be a fair of joy?

God, smiled and replied

The kindness and...

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Fix once,

the benefit of doubt.

Fix twice,

might be human mistake.

Fix thrice,

your love and effort to make it work.

Fix fourth time,

with the demise of self respect.

Fix fifth time,

and get gift of for granted treatment in return.

Fix sixth time,

return gift is disrespect.

Fix seventh time,

and you will learn why you need to move on or end yourself.

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The rain over ocean,

water on salty water,

raising the tide,

trouble for the ship.

The rain over desert,

the place it is desired,

quenching the thirst,

of passer-by and plants.

The value of water in the place it is waited and desired,

not the place where it is abundance to vain.

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When the angels landed,

from heaven to earth with their tiny feet on the sand.

In the form of infants,

of humans, animals, birds or pets.

With the invisible & infectious wings,

of innocence & finding happiness in every little things.

With every invisible flaps,

sprinkling the spark of joy on earth.

Dont know where the invisible wing disappears,

with the departu...

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Diamonds are rare,

so is respect,

loyalty,

affection.

Dinosaurs are extict,

so is the humanity,

and the love in soul.

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When you are broken,

you shine from inside.

You realize it was and is all you,

and your potential.

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If the light of soul and heart,
outshines like the flair of art.

I wish if intentions were heard,
unlike the blabbering meaningless words.

I so wish if there was some mirror,
to reflect the soul more clearer.

I wish and so wish,
how sweet things might be to cherish.

How serene everything could be,
unlike the beautiful heartless concrete.

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Just like a bubble you disappeared, 
It was for years yet not enough. 

The affection and altruistic care,
it was just you and just you

You were a person till yesterday,
and today you are just a memory. 

I lost the only person who had cared for me, 
in this selfish and materialistic world. 

I wish and can just wish, 
If I could talk endlessly with you. 

And let my heart out, 
w...

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By Swami Vivekanand 

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The bird of optimism, 

followed the sun ray of joy,

knocking the closed ventilator,

of the box in head,

the jail of overwhelming thoughts,

setting the ideas free,

refreshing the mind, 

the chirping bird with twig of creativity,

creating the nest of innovation,

ideas and optimism,

with the open mind,

is now filled with sunshine and songs,

after the bird opened it...

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If given chance what would you advise to the younger version of self?

I would ask my younger self

to worry less and keep working, 

things will fall in the place once time is right. 

To trust not so easily, 

trust is like diamond,

don't give to everyone.

Make self a priority,

at last but not the least,

learn to appreciate self.

That is all about me, what about you...

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How peaceful the relationship would be,

if words and intentions are aligned,

no deception just version of soul purifed.

Paradise the earth would be, 

if eyes could see heart and ears could hear unspoken words, 

distinguishing the cheese on trap or fruit for charity. 

This beautiful world, 

free from chaos of imposter or saints, 

innocent, pious and easily understood. 

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Why do dogs and cats depart early?

To prepare grand welcome for us in heaven?

Or because they love us more,

& so much that they can't bear it for other way round.

And hence they wave us goodbye early,

the pure soul evaporating like morning dew before noon. 

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Why me?
Is the question of everyone around me.

Cursing the misfortune,
forgetting the blessings & hope.

It might be dark & cold today, 
But there will be sunshine another day. 

Just keep walking, 
cherishing the flowers on the path & birds singing. 

Smiling and nodding off
"Why me, why always me"? 
because it is not just about me. 

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The spectacle of optimism or pessimism,
Frame life's vision thru' 'this prism

 Optimism spectacle was all merry,
Fragrant earth with greenary.
Birds chirping, blossoming flower 
Blessed seemed everything with this shower.

The season of spring with all hope and joy .
Ahh, the pessimism one was quite gloomy,

Thorns , falling leaves and trees were prickly.
Life was stuck in autumn, dan...

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I don't want to be ogled,

while walking in street,

being comfortable in my own skin,

wearing a short skirt,

or a denim or a saree or a hijab.

Inside the attire it is me,

yes the same me in every dress.

I don't want to be judged,

for my choices or the opinions 

or my voice or my silence. 

in solitude, intimacy or in front of crowd. 

I don't want to be name...

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The scars of something broken,

inside the heart, 

is not for breaking the spirit, 

but to build something new,

with the strokes of scar, 

that painting of color, 

defining the vision and you.

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I thought to pick the color, 
painting the sky and ocean, 
with tales and scenery, 
thoughts and dreams,
hope and happiness, 
all the ups and downs.

Playing  the music,
with symphony
of dreams and hopes,
laughter and giggles,
nodes going up and down,
while the soul kept singing and dancing,
on its own beats,
with no obligations or boundaries,
creating the jazz of arts and emotions

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The day when I decided,

what I will not..

And what I Will..

Moving on..

from the chaos and further wreckage.. 

Preventing the further mess.

I decided to be the best version of myself. 

I chose self esteem over suppression. 

I chose to love myself the way I truly deserve. 

I chose YES I chose. 

I wish if I had chosen before. 

And favored myself with the ch...

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I don't know why or what
but the soul kept wandering,
in the forest,
like musk-deer for musk.

In the desert of mirage,
soul craving for oasis.
The soul kept wandering and wandering,
for desires with inquisitive mind. 

From one milestone to another,
for an unknown voyage. 
Desire for destination or the thrill of journey,
the soul kept wandering and wandering.

The materialistic wor...

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Neighbour's nightmare is your dream,
while yours nightmare is the neighbour's dream. 

Neighbour's misfortune you desire as a blessing, 

the neighbour desired for everything, what is yours misfortune.

How strange it is, you neglected the light, 
which was desired by others. 

Making me question for what you cribbed, 
was that actually a nightmare or the dream? 

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Oh! the rain sky poured,
And I stole sometime from busy life,
clearing the mess of my room,
to do my favorite task.

Oh! the tiny water droplets,
falling in laps of the mother earth,
 with some thunder and lightning,
playing the music of rain.

The dance of nature,
and green leaves of trees,
playing and refreshing itself with zillions of tiny droplets of rain.

The aroma of rain,
co...

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I was always a supporter for our govt. Whether it was demonetization or lockdown, we tried to find the good. But the plight of migrant labor is heart wrenching. The wailing kids, ladies trying to carry as much as possible with desire of reaching home. In anguish multiple questions arise, while such mass movement of the migrant labor happened during lockdown where was the district administration, s...

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Oh the mesmerizing sand,
I so tried to be with you.
But you belong to the beach.

I also knew it,
yet I attempted,
and build the sand castle

Imagining it a true castle,
I desired many dreams,
And you stayed for few more moments.

Unless the wave,
that brought me back to reality,
what I was aware yet unaware.

And sand went back,
to the beaches,
where it belong.

I still hoped,
...

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It

"It” was unable to determine,
why everyone was disgusted on its birth?
Why mother hid "it" from the world?
Why "it" never got affection from elders unlike other kids?
Why world was different for "it"?
Why "it" was molested?
Why "it" becomes the object of cheap humor and lust?
Why "it's" desire to dress up was considered inappropriate?
Why "it" has to suppress the desires?
Why "it" h...

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In this era of pretentious,

how will I choose the Pearl,

among the numerous lustourus fake one.

How will I know if it is authentic,

all look so promising,

shiny, shimmery and beautiful.

Or let the circumstance decide,

with filing of tough time,

authenticity of the Pearl.

When the original remains as it is,

and fake show their true self,

hidden beneat...

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Wing was the queen,
of her own world,
chirpingly happy with itself.

Fin too was a queen,
of her own world,
uniquely calm in itself.

Amazing they were unless,
they tried to be queen,
in other's world,
and lost themselves,
the wing and the fin.

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In this era of commercialization, isn't the literature is getting lost somewhere.Just to get the attention of masses, isn't the free bird literature is becoming the tiger of circus. I miss Munshi Premchandra, Rabindra Bath Tagore, Wordsworth , William Shakespeare and a lot more who use to write to share their ideas not to impress and sell something customized for customer .In this era of commercia...

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Sand

With the golden silicon,
Shining in sun,
so mesmerizing it looks,
I tried to hold it in my hand.

But it slipped,
why it can't be with me,
it just kept on slipping,
from my grip.

I thought to set it free,
it doesn't belong to me,
no matter how much I desire,
I set it free

Washed my hands,
and let it be with the land,
free like it is,
setting myself free too.

All poem...

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How diverse is the world,
Somewhere greenery somewhere desert,
Somewhere abundance somewhere scarcity,
Somewhere peace somewhere war,
Somewhere conventional somewhere unconventional,
Somewhere roots somewhere kite flying high,
Somewhere undeveloped somewhere glittering technology,

How diverse is the world,
Somewhere a dying kid by malnutrition,
somewhere wastage of food. 
Somewhere a g...

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Sometimes hope is all we want,
just like the  ray of sunshine,
after darkness,
Or the first drop of rain,
after scorching tormenting summer.

Sometimes hope is enough to spread the smile, 
for the face that wept all night. 
To try again with all the strength, 
for the one who failed again. 

Yes, sometimes hope is everything, 
like the words "Don't worry everything gonna be alright" 
...

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What is it?
Is it about being superior,
Or being inferior, 
Or dominating, 
Or submissive. 

What is it? 
Is it being loud or noisy, 
Or outraging the modesty, 
Or just to be a rebel to prove it, 
Or to discard culture stating it old fashion, 

Or it could be
Soft and sensitive, 
Genuine and kind, 
Feminine and strong,
Calm and peaceful. 

Or it  could be
to stand up after the s...

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The blood of the dreams,

screams of people,

turning the soil from brown to red,

Janeu somewhere, kara somewhere,

while the namaj topi stained red lying somewhere.

Unable to distinguish the blood,

if it were of kid, mother or father,

or of Hindu or Muslim or Sikh or Christian, 

because it was red for all, 

unlike the religion of deceased.

The haunted house,

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"Mom, the day I grow up,

I will earn lot of money

and will gift you all the luxury." 

A kid promised his mother,

seeing her in old faded saree.

Kid grew up,

earned lot of money,

but forgot his promise. 

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Leave my thoughts alone,

with the dash of time and few drops of ink, 

and I will gift you Poetries ❤️

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Storm and sunshine

Sunshine is brightest,
After the stormy day.

Rainbow shines, 
after the rain.

Loses every battle, 
to conquer many things. 

Every loses are irreplaceable, 
yet many victories are the consolidation. 

One discover themselves,
after the toughest time.

And this is what known as

Storm and sunshine. 

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That little bird, 

With her tiny wings, 

dreams to fly and touch the sky. 

She saw her siblings flying, 

and so her neighbors, 

and so everyone. 

She too tried, 

flapping her wings, 

jumping from the nest. 

She fell down, 

her wings were not strong enough, 

unlike her aspirations. 

She injured her body, 

and she waited to be physically str...

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Words are the colors,

on the strokes of thoughts,

the beautiful the thoughts, 

mesmerizing is the painting 

enchanting the soul,

also known as poetry. ❤️✨

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The clutter of

insecurities, phobia and nightmare,

in my heart, 

Can't reject you anymore. 

I accept them. 

The way I accept,

confidence, strength and dreams.

To keep the balance,

for realistic approach.

Darkness and light, 

both makes me a human, 

perfection blended with streaks of flaws. 

Accepting them was  my first step

towards accepting myself. 

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"You are gorgeous" he said.
"I am, only when I am with you" she replied. 
The blush on her cheek, 
smile adoring her lips, 
proved her words.

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Petals and prickles, 
beautiful and painful. 
Spread on the path,
somewhere petals,
somewhere prickles. 
Just like the passing phase of life. 
Sometimes stepping on the petals. 
Sometimes hurt by stepping on prickles,

Petals teaching us the kindness,
encapsulating millions of memory in fragrance. 
Prickles being hurtful, 
hiding the drudgery, 
teaching us self defence and making one ...

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Just let it fly, 
With the flow, 
Like Dandelion with the air, 
What you can't control or change, 
Pain and happiness, 
This shall pass too, 
Like muddy water settling with time.
 

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Why?
Why she stepped out in dark?
Why she trusted him?
Why she wore provocative short dress?
Why she giggled at him?
Why is she loud?
Why she glanced at him?
Why she made her first move?
Why she can't be like others? 
Why she need justice now?
Why can't she forget and forgive?
Why she is breathing now?
Why she don't care of her loved ones?
Why she can't be silenced now?
Why she is un...

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It's all right,

It's all right to take a break,
after the long journey,
after the exhausting expectation,
after being strong for so long.

It's all right to pause,
after running so long,
after winning and fighting,
after all the heartbreaks and pain.

It's all right to recharge yourself,
and be vulnerable for few moments,
after being strong for so long,
after taking stand for so lo...

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That little girl,

with twinkle in her eyes,

ran with her little feet on the earth,

a mischievous smile on her face,

with innocence in heart like blessing of God.

That little girl has a dream,

along with many other dreams,

she was busy in collecting coins,

treasuring each and every penny.

She saved from her pocket money,

sacrificing candies to save few coins.

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Move on

The word she heard the most,

but never knew it's true meaning,

unless she implemented it.

Move on

The suggestion she got the most,

for her broken soul or abusive relationship or broken dreams or the betrayal.

Move on

The easiest two words said by others,

yet difficult to implement for self.

Move on

But the day she really moved on,

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The sun which was once loving,

danced with fierce rage,

burning up the earth,

with the torturous heat,

turning ambience dry and burning,

making the earth to scream for gentleness.

Her heart was burning,

so her surface,

The cracks on her lips

and streaks of dry leaves,

her charm was evaporating in the air.

She just wanted to be like what she was before,

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