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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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Where do i belong?

The weight of lives, lost and saved, presses on my soul. I’ve traded death for death, a grim currency that buys no peace. The battlefield is a cruel stage, where the hero and the villain share the same bloody spotlight.

I’ve felt the cold satisfaction of a kill, a twisted high that numbs the conscience. Yet, the guilt that follows is a relentless torment, a phantom that haunts my dreams. I’ve rescued lives, pulled comrades from the jaws of death. But the hollow victory pales in comparison to the dark thrill of taking one.

Where does a soul like mine belong? In the fiery depths of hell, a fitting punishment for the blood on my hands? Or in the ethereal paradise, where the wicked are denied entry? Perhaps neither. Perhaps I’m destined to wander the battlefield of eternity, caught in an endless cycle of killing and saving.

Is it a loop? A cruel joke of fate, a twisted morality play? I don’t know the answer. All I know is that the war within me rages on, a battle far more brutal than any I’ve fought on the field.

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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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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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In your eyes i find my home

In the depths of your eyes, I lose myself,
A world of wonder, where time itself delves.
Your irises, a swirling dance of hue,
A reflection of your soul, so pure and true.

I long to dive deep, into your gaze,
To explore the secrets that your eyes haze.
To feel your pain as my own,
To share in your laughter, your every groan.

Your eyes, a mirror to your soul,
Where love and longing forever scroll.
I see my reflection in your depths,
A love so true, it forever leaps.

Oh, take me away, to your eyes so blue,
Where our hearts can entwine, and our dreams anew.
Let me lose myself in your ocean deep,
Where love is eternal, and secrets we keep.

I want to feel your pain as my pain,
To carry your burdens, so we can sustain.
To be your shoulder, where you can cry,
To wipe away your tears, when you sigh.

For in your eyes, I find my home,
A place where I'm never alone.
Where our souls can merge, and our love take flight,
In the endless depths of your eyes, day and night.

So come with me, to this place so serene,
Where our love can blossom, forever evergreen.
Let us dance in the starlight, and bathe in the moon,
In the depths of your eyes, where our love's tune.

I long to feel your pain as my pain,
To share in your joy, and your every refrain.
in your eyes, I find my destiny,
A love so pure, that sets my heart free.

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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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To the Melody of My Flute

My love, is a cosmic river, 
flowing through the infinite
 realms of the universe. 
When you listen to my flute, 
you are transported on this river, 
to places beyond your wildest imaginings. 
We will travel together,
to worlds of wonder and delight. 
We will explore the depths of the ocean
 and the heights of the sky. 
 We will meet with ancient civilizations
 and alien races. 
 We will dance with the
 stars and sing with the planets.

To the melody of my flute, 
my love, we will traverse all infinities.

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Love Me Naked

Not fancy crown, not shiny ring,
Not perfect words, no fancy thing,
No helper's hand, though quick and sweet,
Just see me deep, where hearts can meet.

Love with ears, hear how I hum,
Not just the smile, the mask that's numb,
Sunbeams dance with shadows shy,
My truest self inside can fly.

No golden cup, no victory cheer,
Just secrets shared, whispered near,
Not eyes that hold back every tear,
But ones that show what's hidden, dear.

Beyond the look, the face I show,
See dreams like birds in gentle flow,
Battle scars like lines on bark,
Silent thoughts leave gentle mark.

Two hearts like friends, sit side by side,
No shadows scared, nowhere to hide,
Not for what I give, but what I keep,
Just love the fire, burning deep.

In this soft light, my spirit sings,
We fly on dreams, with feathered wings,
No need for grand, no need for show,
Just love the me, that you now know.

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Equation to my poetry

She lived in a world of numbers, where every question had a clear answer.
Her mind moved in straight lines, solving equations with precision,
While mine wandered through the forests of words,
Twisting and turning in metaphors, 
searching for meaning where 
none was certain.

She could balance an equation in seconds,
But my poetry, with its tangled emotions and ambiguous endings,
Was something she never tried to solve.
We were like parallel lines, always moving side by side,
Close, but never touching—never intersecting.

Her fingers tapped out formulas on a calculator,
While mine traced lines of verse on paper.
She searched for a solution to every problem,
But I was content to live in the unsolved mysteries,
Lost in the beauty of the unknown.

In the end, we were different languages—
Her equations, my poetry—
Each beautiful in its own right,
But speaking to different parts of the universe.