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Best Poems Written by Krishika Upadhyay

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Whispers of Emotion



In a world of chaos, where hearts may ache,
A poem emerges, a solace to take.
With words as our brush, we paint a scene,
A canvas of emotions, raw and serene.

Let's dive into love, where hearts intertwine,
A dance of passion, a love so divine.
With every verse, we'll capture its essence,
The fluttering butterflies, the sweet presence.

But life has its shadows, its moments of pain,
Where tears fall like raindrops, leaving a stain.
In these verses, we'll embrace the sorrow,
Offering solace for a brighter tomorrow.

We'll explore the depths of human despair,
Unveiling the struggles that we all share.
Through empathy and understanding, we'll heal,
With words as our armor, we'll learn to deal.

And amidst the chaos, we'll find hope's embrace,
A flickering flame, igniting grace.
In every stanza, we'll let it shine,
Guiding lost souls, a beacon divine.

So let this poem touch your heart and soul,
May it bring comfort, make you feel whole.
For through the power of words, we connect,
A symphony of emotions, no regrets.

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Self-Love

be 
gentle 
with yourself 
like fragile glass. 
you're only human,
imperfectly perfect,
we're all a little broken.
it's no use dwelling in the past; 
abandon regrets and mistakes there. 
whenever you fall down, you'll rise back up.
no matter how i n f i n i t e s i m a l, 
anything troubling will come to pass, 
take time to focus on your breath, 
remember this, friend, there isn't 
a thing broken within 
or out of yourself 
that you can't fix! 
treat yourself 
with great 
care.

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The Worth of a Smile

It started one evening, simple and bright,  
Two strangers met, beneath the soft moonlight.  
Online they crossed paths, not long ago,  
With laughter and fun, their chats began to flow.

In the midst of talks, a game did arise,  
The girl dared the boy with sparkling eyes.  
"Let’s play some Ludo," she said with glee,  
"If I win, what gift will come to me?"

The boy chuckled, with a playful tone,  
"What’s my prize if I win alone?"  
The girl smiled, her eyes full of cheer,  
"Whatever you wish, without any fear."

The game began, the pieces set in place,  
The girl moved forward with steady grace.  
She played with skill, her victory near  
Until fate took a turn, and luck disappeared.

Now it was the boy’s turn to shine,  
Three chances he had, the game was divine.  
But each time, he let victory go,  
Holding back, moving slow.

The girl, confused but full of hope,  
Finally won, at the edge of the rope.  
A smile lit up her joyful face, 
Her heart danced in that little space.

The boy then asked, with a teasing grin,  
"Tell me, my lady, what do you win?"  
The girl laughed and softly said,  
"I haven’t thought, not in my head."

After some thought, she gave her say,  
"Chocolates, perhaps, to make my day."  
But deep inside, she had to know,  
"Why didn’t you win, when you could so?"

The boy looked at her, with eyes so kind,  
"I wanted to see that smile of yours shine.  
That innocent joy, that childlike glee,  
Was worth far more than victory to me."

The girl was stunned, her heart skipped a beat,  
His words so warm, so gentle and sweet.  
"But if you had won, you could have asked,"  
She whispered softly, behind her mask.

"I already asked, and I received,"  
He smiled, his answer not deceived.  
"Your happiness, your purest smile,  
That’s all I wanted, all the while."

Tears filled her eyes, but not out of pain,  
For the first time, someone thought of her gain.  
Someone who valued her joy above all,  
Who saw her smile as precious and small.

In that moment, her heart felt warm,  
A stranger’s kindness had taken form.  
No victory, no prize, no grand acclaim,  
Could match the value of her name.

Sometimes in love, it’s not about winning,  
But the joy you bring to another’s beginning.  
A smile, so pure, can mean the most,  
More than any victory, or any boast.

For the boy had found his treasure that night  
In her laughter, her smile, her pure delight.  
And in that shared, unspoken space, 
They found something deeper, a bond of grace.

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Dear Death



**When Death Finds Me** 

When death finds me, let it not roar,  
But knock softly at my weary door.  
Let its voice be a tender sigh,  
A whisper low, "It's time, don't cry."

"Come now, my friend, the war is done,  
Your battles lost, your battles won.  
The scars you wear, the tears you've shed,  
Have paved the path where angels tread."  

Let it kneel where my body lay,  
And brush the grief of life away. 
"Your hands are worn, your heart is bruised,  
You've given all; there's none left to lose." 

"Let me take this weight you bear,  
The silent grief, the clawing despair.  
Lay it down; it is mine to hold,  
Your story's told, your tale is gold."  

"Here, there's no pain, no endless fight,  
No dreams that fade with the fall of night.  
Here, there's rest for the soul and bone,  
You'll never again feel lost, alone."  

So, when death finds me, let me weep,  
For all the love I couldn't keep.  
But in its arms, I'll softly fall,  
And find the quiet beneath it all.

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Waqt Ke Saaye Mein

Kyun tu accha lagta hai, 
tere deedar se yeh dil dhadakta hai,
Kya hai ye taluq hamara, 
waqt mila toh sochenge.

Jo alfaz khamoshi mai chhup gaye, 
jo khwab adhoore reh gaye,
Woh kaise bayaan honge, 
waqt mila toh sochenge.

Teri muskaan ka jaadu, 
kyun chand se milta jata hai,
Kya raaz chhupa in aankhon mai, 
waqt mila toh sochenge.

Dil ke har ek kone main, 
sirf tera hi zikr kyun hai,
Kya hai yeh junoon ,teri hi fikr kyun hai, 
kabhi waqt mila toh sochenge.

Shab-e-tanhai ke lamhon main, 
ya subah ke narm saaye main,
Kaun hai jo khayal ban jaata hai, 
waqt mila toh sochenge.

Teri aankhon ki gehrayiyon main, 
kya chand ki roshni basi hai,
Kya hai yeh noor-e-husn, 
waqt mila toh sochenge.

Zindagi ke is hijr-o-wasl main, 
kaun apna, kaun begana hai,
Is mohabbat ka haqiqi matlab, 
waqt mila toh sochenge.

Dil ki dhadkanon ka sabab, 
ye saanson ka silsila hai kya aakhir,
Jo uske deedar se tham jaati hain,
kabhi waqt mila toh sochenge.

Teri baaton ke sahil pe, khayalon ki lehar aaye,
Dil ki yeh beqarari , tujhe kaise samjhayen?
Mohabbat ka fasana hai, ya khwab hai adhoora sa,
Jo bhi hai yeh afsana, waqt mila toh sochenge.

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A real man



A real man moves with quiet grace,
Confident in his chosen pace.
He builds with actions, steady, true,
A vision clear in all he’ll do.

He holds opinions firm yet kind,
Takes risks that challenge heart and mind.
Loyal to love, in any form,
Through raging seas, he weathers storms.

He lives with passion, full of fire,
His dreams ascend, his hopes aspire.
He earns with wisdom, spends with care,
A humble heart, a love to share.

He stands for truths he knows are right,
In darkest hours, becomes the light.
Unshaken when the winds betray,
He finds his strength and leads the way.

He asks, he listens, deeply feels,
A heart that time and patience heals.
Respecting bounds, he’ll never take
A step that causes trust to break.

He shows through effort, day by day,
His love is more than words can say.
A call, a thought, a tender line,
He makes you feel you’re worth the time.

No fleeting rage will guide his hand,
He makes no moves he doesn’t plan.
He shields your heart, holds it with pride,
And walks with you, not just beside.

He’s honest, open, free from fear,
In every word, his truth is clear.
He loves himself, the world around,
In his embrace, strength is found.

A real man judges no one at all,
He helps them rise, prevents their fall.
He’s not confined by fleeting trends,
His character shines, it transcends.

Skincare routines, a beard, or a chest,
Don’t define him—he’s self-possessed.
TV shows or sports don’t set the line,
A real man’s values are his sign.

He humbles himself, yet stands so tall,
Lifts others up, empowers all.
Forgives with strength, defends with grace,
A steadfast soul, a steady place.

Through every trial, he’ll remain,
A man who treasures joy and pain.
He loves, he laughs, he lives complete,
A heart, a soul, a rhythm beat.

For a real man knows, through every start,
The greatest strength comes from the heart.,

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Love's Curse : a Haunting Tale of the Lonely Castle ,Part 1,

Once upon a time, in a castle so grand,
A girl lived alone, her heart in her hand.
Anyone who approached, seeking love's embrace,
Met a tragic end, a sorrowful case.

Her love was cursed, a bittersweet plight,
For those who dared to love her, faced a dark night.
Their hearts grew weak, their spirits would fade,
As they succumbed to a love that death had made.

But deep within her castle's lonely walls,
She yearned for love's touch, as her teardrops would fall.
A prisoner of her own curse, she remained,
Longing for a love that would break the chains.

Her story a reminder, of love's fragile state,
A cautionary tale, of a heart's heavy weight.
May we cherish the love we hold dear,
And never let fear dictate what's sincere.

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I AM Nobody

 



"I am nobody,"the whispering breeze,
A silent echo among the trees.
Who are you, in this vast expanse?
A solitary soul, or part of the dance?

"I am nobody," the stars reply,
A flicker of light in the midnight sky.
Who are you, in this cosmic sea?
A wanderer lost, or a spirit free?

"I am nobody," the river flows,
A gentle murmur where tranquility grows.
Who are you, in this endless flow?
A drop in the stream, or a path to go?

"I am nobody," the mountains declare,
A stoic presence in the crisp, clean air.
Who are you, in this towering view?
A whispering echo, or a mountain anew?

"I am nobody," the world sings on,
A chorus of voices, each one a song.
Who are you, in this grand design?
A moment fleeting, or a life to shine?

But in the quiet, in the depths of night,
"I am somebody," whispers the light.
For in each heartbeat, in every breath,
A universe of possibility, beyond life and death.

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Love and Attachment: Tales of the Hear

Prem aur moh, do alag raah,
Ek pyaar ka, ek bandhan ka sahaara.
Prem mein hai utsaah, sangharsh aur samarpan,
Moh mein hai moh maaya, bharam aur bhool-bhulaiyaan.

Prem mein hai samajh, saath nibhaana,
Moh mein hai lalach, khud ko bhool jaana.
Prem mein hai vishwaas, niraasha ki jagah,
Moh mein hai andhere, sacchai ki parchaaiyan.

Prem ek amrit hai, jeevan ka suroor hai,
Moh ek jaal hai, bhool bhulaiya ka chakravyuh hai,
Prem se milti hai shanti, saath aur anand,
Moh se milta hai tanav, virakti aur vyatha ka vyavhaar.

Prem mein hai sachai, moh mein hai maya,
Prem mein hai satya, moh ne hai bhram jaal bichaaya.
Prem mein hai aatma ki mithaas, moh mein hai sansaar ka bhaagya,
Prem ek vishwaas hai, moh ek bhool bhaavna.

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I Forgot That You Existed

In the shadows, I once dwelled, feeling wronged, so long, so long,
Your shade cast, stole my light, till my radiance was gone, gone, gone.
Caught in your grip, couldn't escape, lost in feelings deep,
But then one night, magic arose, and I forgot you, in sweet relief.

Your name, once etched upon my lips, now lost in the winds of time,
Rent-free, you dwelled in my mind, a presence undefined.
But then, a shift, a wondrous night, your memory ceased to persist,
Indifference dawned, love and hate dismissed, a moment of pure bliss.

Popcorn in hand, as my reputation took its fall, fall, fall,
Laughed as I stumbled, watched me hit the ground, so small, so small.
I would've stood, fought for you, in the face of the town's disdain,
But then you showed your true colors, and I broke free from the chain.

Lessons learned, messages sent, though now they blur,
Forgotten, forgiven, indifference now the cure.
Your apologies fall on deaf ears, for it's too late, too late, too late,
I've moved on, cut you off, sealed our fate.

No more tears, no more lies, your love I don't crave,
You beg, you plead, but it's me you can't save.
I see you trying, on bended knee, but I don't give a damn,
For you're in the past, and I don't give a damn.


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