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Krishika Upadhyay Poem
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.
Copyright © Krishika Upadhyay | Year Posted 2023
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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.
Copyright © Krishika Upadhyay | Year Posted 2025
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Krishika Upadhyay Poem
English Rhyming Translation
© Krishika Upadhyay | 2025
I’m breaking down, in lashes' shade,
In silent dreams, I wish I stayed.
I try to rise, on roads that smile,
But thorns have gripped my feet a while.
Yes, thorns are biting where I tread,
And tears now rest where sleep once spread.
It feels I’ll shatter, fade away,
Or lose myself in you someday.
I wish to hold you, cry a bit,
Release this poison where it sits.
But prayers alone can’t bring Him near,
And you no longer call me dear.
I sway between the calm and storm,
In memories where you stay warm.
I’ve lost my patience, lost my grace,
But still I crave your lost embrace.
And what to do? You never call.
Since you have gone, I bear it all.
This world’s turned hot like ruthless noon,
My face...a wilted, silent moon.
There’s no more joy I hold within,
Just dreams of you beneath my skin.
And how could smiles be mine again,
When what I lost was love... not pain?
I’ve said I’m shattered ...will you care?
To gather all my pieces there?
But deep inside, I truly know
You’ll break me once more, soft and slow.
Hindi~
"Main Bikhar Ke Bhi Tera Hi Raha"
(Even in Pieces, I Stayed Yours)
Bigad raha hun ,
Ki palkon ki chaav main doob jaaun
Sudhar raha hun ,
Ki muskurati raahon main nikal aaun
Par paanv m kaate lag rahe hain
Par paanv m kaate lag rahe hain
Kuch aansun aankhon m aate lg rahe hain
Lag rha hai bikhar jaaun yahin
Tujmain bas jaaun kahi
Tujhe baahon mai bhar rolun zara
Utarlun woh jehar jo h dil m bhara
Par ibaadat se.
Par ,ibaadat se khuda aata nahi
Tu mujhe pehle ki trh , ab bulata nhi
Bohot sehma , suljha , behaka rehta hun
Teri yaadon main mehaka rehta hun
Mujhko toh ab sabr aata nhi hai
Mujhko,
Toh ab sabr aata nhi hai
Par kya karun,
Tu ab mujhe bulata nhi hai
Tere jaane ke baad sab dhoop sa hai
Murjhaya hua mera roop sa h
Aur nhi h koi khusi mujhmai ,magar sapna hai
Aur nhi h koi khusi mujhmai magar ,sapna hai
Aur hogi bhi kese , jo maine khoya woh mera apna h
Ab bta diya ki bikhra hun , toh samet lena mujhe
Pr mujhe pta h , tu pyaar jatakar , dobara bikher dega mujhe
Copyright © Krishika Upadhyay | Year Posted 2025
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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.
Copyright © Krishika Upadhyay | Year Posted 2024
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The lightning cracked, the sky tore apart,
A jagged scream that rattled my heart.
The wind beat hard, the rain cut like knives,
Yet I felt no fear, no tremor of lives.
My clothes clung wet, my hair stuck to my face,
I wandered aimless through the storm’s embrace.
Somehow, I reached a threshold small and bare,
A temple doorway, though I hardly cared.
But tonight I didn’t seek the shrine or prayer,
I wanted to sit where broken hearts share.
A tiny girl, her mother near,
On a small doorway, stripped of cheer.
No roof, no bed, no bread to break,
Yet love ran deep for its own sake.
I joined them low, the lowest I could see,
Where the world above would never notice me.
The mother fed her child with hands so kind,
Though life gave them little, their hearts were aligned.
No riches, no comforts, no home to claim,
Yet in that doorway, love lit a flame.
All my life, I had asked for none,
Parents, friends, a place under the sun.
I hid my tears, wiped others’ eyes,
Smiled through storms, through silent cries.
Love had been fleeting, rarely stayed,
It came and left, a ghostly parade.
So I gave, I bore, I stayed unseen,
Hid my own pain, kept my heart clean.
A man approached, carrying a plate,
But he glanced at my bag, my drenched state.
He faltered, apologized, unsure, afraid,
And I saw how small fears are made.
(Because of a world so quick to take offense)
I whispered softly, “There is no blame,
I sit here by choice, not to shame.”
Yet even kindness can be misread,
Even hearts can tremble, even dread.
I gave the mother some coins, small and few,
A gesture of care, from me to you.
Not home, not mine, yet it felt complete,
A spark of warmth in the cold, wet street.
"I could see the world above, but it could not see me"
Through storms, through tears, through lonely hours,
Through hidden pain and life’s lost powers,
I learned that love asks nothing, waits,
It grows quietly, opens hidden gates.
I watched the mother’s smile, the little one bloom,
And the weight of the world lifted its gloom.
Love does not need riches, beds, or home,
It needs only hearts, wherever we roam.
I left that place, heart heavy, soul stirred,
Carrying the truth, without a word.
I walked away, but not to a home,
For I had never had one to call my own.
And though the world would never know my name,
And no one could return the love I gave,
No arms to hold me, no heart to nest,
But I'll still believe in LOVE
For love, once seen, would always remain.
Copyright © Krishika Upadhyay | Year Posted 2025
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**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.
Copyright © Krishika Upadhyay | Year Posted 2024
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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.
Copyright © Krishika Upadhyay | Year Posted 2024
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My heart still waits where shadows fall,
For love that left yet owns it all.
Copyright © Krishika Upadhyay | Year Posted 2025
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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.,
Copyright © Krishika Upadhyay | Year Posted 2024
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He wanted her, and she wanted him too,
But longing alone could never pull them through.
He saw only the fire that burned in his chest,
Never the storm that raged in her unrest.
She needed safety, a harbor, a home,
But with him, she felt stranded...adrift and alone.
She searched for love in the space where he stood,
Yet all she found were echoes of "if only he could."
He was there, but not really...just shadows, just air,
His hands reached for her, yet never with care.
She clung to the hope that one day he'd see,
That love wasn't longing...it was setting her free.
Silent tears on a pillow at night,
Heartbeats racing in panic and fright.
Still, he never noticed the cracks in her soul,
Never reached out to make her feel whole.
She held on as the pieces fell,
Losing herself in love’s cruel spell.
But one day, the mirror showed someone she missed,
A woman who deserved more than just being wished.
So she chose herself, turned love into flight,
Stepped out of the darkness and into the light.
And as she walked, he called it betrayal,
But love isn’t longing...it’s showing up, without fail.
Copyright © Krishika Upadhyay | Year Posted 2025
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