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To the Woman In Black Saree

It was only me in the room
The room was messed up 
With my stuffs and my thoughts
But all that I can see,

Was her in black saree 
And then I got lost 
In the moments of the night. 


Just some hours ago,
Yet felt like few seconds before
When we were arguing
Asking her not to leave


Staying few more days,
Few more talks
Few more meetings of eyes 
Few more dreams together.


And she was calm
As the late winter moon,
And I was burning
As the sun in the month of June 


And then if I could grab her hand
Repeat my words again and again,
And say things I couldn't at that moment.



I realised she was wearing her black saree;

That black saree which takes my breath away,

That black saree in which I wanted to see her

Her fragrance made me silent,


I looked into her dazzling eyes 
Her eyes were smiling
If I had her in my arms 
With her black saree embracing my aura,



But I hurted her badly
Tortured her soul unknowingly,
And what happened next?
Better and must for me 

To remain silent and only keep bleeding on paper!



The warmth of her cold hands,
The deep breaths of her
Her voice seeking answers
But I couldn't speak

I was numb, maybe she was true 
I was dishonest, I betrayed her 
With my words again 


I did a bad bloodshed this time 
I threatened her spirit,
It was bad simply bad 
A wolf in me seeked a gruel nectar.



She said, "you never loved me for sure"
Maybe that's true, 
I couldn't pray for more of her 
She stayed, she explained, she told 


But I made her hate me in all ways I could do,

May be it will be easier for her now,

Maybe she can hate me and never call me back

But the question is, how am I to live??
I breathe so much of her air but 
Even I suffocate if she's there

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On a Dusty Road

On a dusty, hot black road, 
I wipe a tear from my face 
With the smell of loneliness.

Sleepless nights,
Days without work,

I greet the evening with
 The smoke of nicotine in my eyes.

 A bag of emotions falls into 
 the Narmada or a manhole, 
 
 A familiar voice with a terrifying
laugh, "How are you?"

How am I? I'm a paradox,

A contradiction of emotions
I'm strong and weak,

Brave and afraid.
Hopeful and hopeless.

I'm a symphony of scars,
 A mosaic of broken dreams.

I'm a survivor of storms,
 A warrior of pain.

I'm a seeker of truth,

A dreamer of impossible dreams.
 I'm a lover of life,

Even in the midst of darkness.
I'm a work in progress,

A journey unfolding. 
I'm a human being, 
With all the flaws and Imperfections 
that come with it.

So how am I? I'm alive.
I'm alive on this dusty road,

With my bag of emotions in hand.
 I'm alive, and I'm not giving up.

I'm breathing.

I'm feeling,
I'm loving,

I'm living
I'm here.

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Seeking God Beyond the Temple Walls

In childhood's innocence, sought God's grace, 
In temples hallowed, filled with sacred space, 
On father's shoulders, I'd ride so high, 
Believing God was in the distant sky.

But now I've grown, and wisdom's light has shone, Revealing truths that once were unknown.
The true God dwells not in temples afar, 
But in the hearts of those who love and care.

In father's presence, I found my guide, 
His love and strength, a constant tide, 
He taught me kindness, compassion's art, 
And etched God's essence deep within my heart.

No longer seeking in distant shrines, 
I find divinity in life's entwined vines, 
In father's smile, in mother's embrace, 
In every act of love and grace.

So let me chant the name of the God that I've found, 
Not in temples grand, but on hallowed ground, 
In father's arms, in mother's gaze, 
In human love, God's radiant blaze.

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My Mother Tongue

I want to return to my mother
To my mother tongue
Like the clouds return to the Ocean
Like the air return to the sky 

Like the cows goes to their home
When the sun gets down
As the ants return to their anthills
As the woodpecker return to the wood.

Let me return to my mother land 
When my tongue becomes stiff
From being silent for too long 
When my soul begins to hurt 

Let me return to my mother land 
To my mother tongue
Where I feel like heaven
Oo! My mother let me return to you.

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I Seek No Wealth, But Treasures True

In ancient days, when hearts entwined, 
dowry's worth was hard to find. 
In gold and gems, in riches grand, 
A bride's possession, close at hand.

But not for me, such worldly fare,
 For love's true wealth, I seek to share. 
In childhood's realm, where dreams took flight, 
I ask for treasures, oh so bright.

The toys you cherished, loved so dear, 
The whispers of your laughter near. 
Your old attire, with memories fraught, 
Of days of innocence, pure and thought.

Not cars or gadgets, TV's gleam, 
But fragments of your life, a vibrant stream. 
To know your soul, your passions deep,
 In these mementos, my heart shall keep.

For in these trinkets, lies your essence true, 
The girl you were, the woman you grew.
 A dowry rich, beyond compare,
 A glimpse of you, I long to share.

Bring not your father's silver, gold, 
But bring your laughter, stories told. 
Bring tales of childhood, friendships made,
 Of dreams pursued, of fears allayed.

Bring not your mother's finest silk, 
But bring your kindness, soft and sleek. 
Bring empathy and compassion's art, 
A gentle touch, a loving heart.

In these true gems, my heart shall find, 
A wealth that's precious, one of a kind. 
A dowry rare, unseen, unheard, 
The love of you, my precious word.

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Cracked Compass Finding North

I craved not affection, a desperate plea,
Just whispers of worth, a glimmer to see.
No mountains I sought, no jewels in a crown,
But a touch of acceptance, a smile to drown

The echoes of doubt, the shadows so cold
Where whispered self-blame its story foretold
They painted me worthless, a canvas of fear
Their brushes dipped deep in a poisoned tear.

I crumbled and faltered, the whispers took hold
Lost in the darkness, with stories untold.
But love, like a sunrise, chased shadows away,
Real hands reached out, guiding me each day.

Kind eyes saw the beauty I couldn't
perceive, In flaws and in scars, they helped me believe
No longer I wander, seeking in vain, 
The love that resides in this heart's soft domain.

For now I have found it, a treasure within,
A fire rekindled, where true strength begins: 
So let the winds whisper their tales of despair,
My fortress of self-love can bear any glare.

With every sunrise, new courage takes flight, 
I soar on my own wings, bathed in inner light.
No longer dependent on fickle facade, 
My worth is a symphony, my spirit unchained

I sing with the stars, with the moon as
my guide, Embraced by the darkness,
 in my own light I confide.

So thank you, dear shadows, for showing me home,
 The love that resides where I stand all alone.
For now I am found, and my journey's begun,
 A symphony of resilience, under the setting sun.

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Let's Just Run Away

LET'S JUST RUN AWAY,

LET'S JUST RUN AWAY,

I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE LOCATION,

IT CAN BE ANYWHERE IN THIS COSMOS,

ANYWHERE WHERE THE SUN NEVER COMES OUT 

SO THAT WE WON'T GET DISTRACTED WHILE MAKING LOVE 

ALL THE  PLACES ARE FINE WITH ME,

IF IT'S YOU BY MY SIDE,

HOLDING MY HAND

THE ONLY THING I WANT IS YOU,


YOU, TO SAY THAT YOU'LL GO WITH ME,

AND THEN WE'LL DECIDE...

AND WOULD NEVER DOUBT MY DECISION, WOULD YOU LIKE TO KNOW WHY?!

BECAUSE,

I DIDN'T FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU,

I WALKED EVERY STEP OF LOVE WITH YOU. WITH MY EYES WIDE OPEN,

CHOOSING TO TAKE,

FURTHER STEPS ALONG THE WAY....

FATE AND DESTINY, YES I'M KIND OF A BELIEVER,

BUT ALSO BELIEVE.

WE ARE ONLY FATED TO DO THE THINGS THAT WE'D CHOOSE ANYWAY,

AND WOULD CHOOSE YOU, You, YOU, AND
ONLY YOU,

IN A HUNDRED LIFETIMES,

IN A HUNDRED WORLD'S, IN  EVERY VERSION OF REALITY

THE ONLY THING I'LL FIND IS YOU

AND I'D CHOOSE YOU, OVER OVER AND OVER AGAIN...

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Two Faces of the Moon

In the shadow of a moon with two faces,
I walk, a tangled web of woven traces.
His kindness, light that warms a wintry day,
His wrath, a storm that sweeps my thoughts away.

Twice-born, he seems, in this shifting form,
God in the sunrise, devil in the storm.
I sought a path, a compass true and north,
To steer clear of him, yet escape his worth.

His laughter echoes, bright and joyous chime,
Then fades to whispers lost in cruelest time.
His hand, a fortress, safe and strong and warm,
Then turns to iron, leaving hearts forlorn.

I built my walls, each brick a whispered vow,
To never mirror what I see somehow.
Yet in the mirror, glimpses haunt my gaze,
His eyes, his smile, in unexpected ways.

But wait, a spark, a thread of sunlit gold,
He shares his stories, secrets yet untold.
His flaws, a mirror, sharp and unforgiving,
A chance to mend, to rise, to start re-living.

Perhaps the moon holds wisdom in its sway,
Not light or dark, but both to find the way.
To weave the threads, the kindness and the pain,
Into a tapestry, my own, unique domain.

For in the dance of light and darkest shade,
My father's face, a lesson unafraid.
To break the cycle, choose a different light,
And be the sun, not moon, in my own night.

So let me rise, above the borrowed gloom,
Embrace the fragments, forge a different room.
My father's shadow, long and ever near,
But I, the sun, will cast my own light, clear.

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The silent whisper

In the depths of despair, sought solace in vain, 
In substances fleeting, a peace to attain.

I craved for tranquility, a respite from strife,
But found only emptiness, a void in my life.

Nicotine's grip held me tight, its fumes a disguise,
Masking the pain, the turmoil that lies.

Alcohol's embrace, a fleeting reprieve, 
Yet left me with burdens, too heavy to conceive.

In the depths of my being, a yearning so deep, 
For peace everlasting, my soul's solace to keep.

I searched high and low, in places afar,
 But the answer lay not in substances bizarre.

Within me resided, a treasure untold, 
A wellspring of peace, waiting to unfold.

I silenced the voices, the doubts that held sway,
 And opened my heart to the truth of the day.

In the stillness of silence, in the depths of my soul, 
I found the true essence, the peace sought whole.

No longer a seeker, but a beacon of light.
I radiate harmony, dispelling the night.

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Whispers of Hope

In my broken, dark hut,
I sit alone, lost in thought.
The shadows dance on the walls,
And the silence is deafening.

I dream of a better life, 
A life where my hut is whole, 
And the darkness is replaced by light.
But my dreams remain just dreams.

 And the reality of my situation is stark
 I am trapped in this darkness,
 Unable to escape.
 I have tried to repair my hut,

But my efforts have been in vain.
I have cried out for help.
But no one has answered.

Am i doomed to spend the rest of my life in this darkness?

Is there no hope for me?
Suddenly, I see a glimmer of light.
It is faint, but it is there.
I follow the light, 
and it leads me to a window.

 Through the window, 
 I see the stars shining brightly 
 I breathe in the fresh air,
 and feel a sense of peace.

I realize that even in the darkness, 
there is still hope.
I may be trapped in my hut,
But am not alone.

The stars are watching over me,
And they will guide me through the darkness.

Even in the darkness of my broken hut, 
I find hope in Orion's belt and sword. 
I am trapped here now, 
but I will break free, 
For my dream of a better life burns bright.