poetry
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When We Pack Our Life Into Two Days A Week, My Love…
When we pack our life into 2 days a week,we’re not just folding clothes into a bag.We’re creating memories – with the people we love,and for the people we love. A little bit of pamperingwith food, laughter, and love.A little bit of funplaying around like kids with badminton rackets in hand.A little bit of rest […]
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The Echo of Discourse
It lingers still,those fractured frames of memory,etched in the static of my thoughts.Your cursed cryptic wordsencrypted, fragmented, staying alive in me… Through me…still haunt the algorithm of my discourse. Some nights,the void stares back harder,a black hole swallowing the lastof my certainties.But I know,it’s just my past reflection fracturing,a glitch in my solitude. How often […]
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Echoes of Liberation
The one who beheld the true beauty of darkness knows the vanity of the moth. The one who feels the pain of self and the pain of others knows the true depth of suffering. The one who succumbed to the allure of flight has seen the terror of fright. And the one who has nothing […]
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The Mountain’s Whisper – Poem
He says that Mountain never excites him,But he savors the views as he reaches the mountain’s peak.He always says he never love that Mountain,But he feels his best while exploring its thickest terrain,Amidst the echo of murmuring beasts. He says he never falls in love with that Mountain,But he always returns, drawn by an irresistible […]
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To Be Grounded
What is the biggest challenge you will face in the next six months? I have always felt like I am losing my grip with life. Even after a life-altering event that seemed to put me on track, I still have a part of me that is not healed. The next six months will be challenging […]
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The Crux Of Time (Poem)
The crux of time, the bleak disaster!When everything is weighed on a broken scaleOne always gives more than the other,While the other grows cold and frail…The scale has never been in equilibrium.The low tide hits hard, a harsh reminderOf how the sea can ebb and flow.One always waits for the other’s returnWhile the other seeks […]
A Solivagant's Shoes 