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The Room Where I Exist

I don’t speak much
not because I have nothing to say,
but because this world rarely listens
to silence that doesn't scream.

I sit with shadows,
not out of fear
but because they don't expect me
to shine when I’m tired.

People pass like passing clouds
all noise, all rush,
while I stay rooted in storms
they’ll never notice.

I write my thoughts in margins,
not in conversations.
My world is not loud,
but it’s vast
quiet galaxies where I feel everything.

They call it lonely,
but I call it breathing.
Not everyone needs a crowd
to feel alive.

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My Last Hope

I thought I lost it all,
All hope had disappeared,
But then I met you,
And suddenly everything was clear.

Your love brought me back to life,
A light in the darkness of my despair,
My last hope, my guiding star,
A love so true and rare.

We walk hand in hand,
Through the ups and downs of life,
With you by my side,
I know I'll survive.

Love is the conductor,
Of this journey we're on,
Guiding us through the twists and turns,
Until the final dawn.

So I hold on to you,
My last hope, my love divine,
Together we'll face the world,
Until the end of time.

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After 12th , We Became Strangers

After 12th,
we stood at the school gate
longer than necessary.

Like if we didn’t move,
time wouldn’t either.

You said,
“Don’t forget me.”

I laughed.
As if forgetting you
was even possible.

We promised forever
with exam ink still on our fingers.
We thought love was strong.

We didn’t know
love is fragile
when life begins.

The first few weeks apart,
we tried to be brave.

Good morning texts.
Good night calls.
“I miss you”
typed more than felt.

But slowly
our conversations turned into updates.

“How’s college?”
“Good.”
“How are you?”
“Fine.”

Fine.

That word destroyed everything.

You started sounding distant.
I started sounding desperate.

You were busy building a future.
I was busy holding onto a past.

Some nights
I would scroll through our old chats
just to feel something familiar.

The way you used to say my name.
The way you cared about small things.
The way you needed me.

Now
you don’t need me.

And that hurts more
than goodbye ever could.

One day
I noticed something terrifying.

I stopped being your first call.
Then I stopped being your habit.
Then I stopped being anything.

You didn’t leave me.
You just slowly
learned how to live
without me.

After 12th,
we didn’t end loudly.

We faded.

Like chalk in rain.
Still there.
But unreadable.

Now when someone mentions your name,
I smile like you were
just a classmate.

But inside
there’s a classroom
still echoing
with the version of us
that believed love
was enough.

After 12th,
we didn’t become enemies.

We became strangers
with shared memories
and no future.

And sometimes,
when I pass a railway station at sunset,
I still see us

Two teenagers
who thought distance
was just a number.

We were wrong.

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The Letter I Didn’t Leave

Tonight
I almost wrote a goodbye.

Not because I hated life,
but because life felt
too heavy to carry alone.

The page was empty.
The pen waited.

And for a moment
I thought a few final words
could close the door
on all the noise inside me.

But the strange thing about silence
is that it listens back.

The room stayed still.
My breath kept moving.
The night did not ask me to leave.

I realized
what I wanted
was not an ending.

I wanted rest.
I wanted someone
to see the invisible weight
I had been holding quietly.

So the paper remained blank.

Not because the pain disappeared
but because something small
refused to give up.

A quiet thought
that said:

You don’t have to finish
your story tonight.

So I folded the page,
put the pen down,
and let the morning
have its chance.

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My eyes are crying for me

My eyes are crying, a flood no one sees,
Each tear is a whisper, carried on the breeze.
They mourn for the moments that slipped through my hands,
For dreams turned to ashes, like forgotten sands.

In silence, they weep for the love that won’t bloom,
For shadows that linger in this empty room.
Each drop holds a story of anguish and loss,
Of a heart that’s been shattered, a soul that’s the cost.

They weep for the battles fought deep in the night,
For a spirit that falters, dimming the light.
In the depths of despair, they carry my screams,
For the hopes that have faded, for broken dreams.

My eyes cry for pieces of me that have died,
For the weight of this sorrow I cannot confide.
In the stillness, they bleed, a relentless decree,
A haunting reminder of the pain that is me.

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She Became a Memory, I Became a Ghost

I loved her like the moon loves the tide,
pulling her close, yet pushed aside.
Every whispered dream, every silent plea,
was a love she never saw in me.

With trembling hands, I gave her my heart,
hoping she'd take it, not tear it apart.
She smiled soft, kind, but not mine,
her lips whispered, "No, we’re not aligned."

Still, I stayed, a fool in the rain,
waiting, hoping, drowning in pain.
Love is blind, but I was too,
I believed in us she never knew.

Then one day, the sky turned black,
a cruel wind whispered, "She won’t come back."
I heard her laughter, but it wasn’t for me,
she was walking toward love, but setting me free.

She was wearing white, a bride-to-be,
while I stood there, unseen, just debris.
Not mine to hold, not mine to keep,
just a memory now, too shattered to weep.

I smiled, but my soul was a grave,
buried alive by the love I gave.
She moved on, like the seasons must,
and I became a ghost of lost trust.

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AM I THE WORST

In the quiet of the night, when shadows fall,
I wonder if I’m the worst of them all.
Do my failures mark me, like scars on my soul?
Do my weaknesses weigh, taking their toll?

In the mirror’s reflection, I see my face,
A tapestry woven of doubt and disgrace.
Yet beneath the surface, hidden and deep,
Lies a heart still dreaming, in its silent keep.

I ask the stars, in their infinite glow,
Am I the worst, is it truly so?
But the stars, indifferent, whisper naught,
Leaving me tangled in my own thought.

The worst, I ponder, is it a name,
Given by others or my own shame?
Is it a label that I can revoke,
With strength and courage, a flame to stoke?

In this dance of fear and hope’s embrace,
I seek the truth, find my place.
For even in shadows, light can be found,
And in the worst, a lesson profound.

So I stand, with my flaws laid bare,
Not the worst, but simply aware.
Of the journey, the struggle, the fight within,
To rise each day, and begin again.

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Still Away From You

The distance grows, yet time stands still,
An aching void no words can fill.
Your shadow lingers, a faint embrace,
But I reach for you and touch empty space.

The nights stretch long, the dawn feels gray,
Each moment whispers, You're far away.
Though hearts may yearn, they bear the weight,
Of love confined by the hands of fate.

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What the Floor Remembers

Beneath my feet, dust writes what memory cannot say,
Every fallen thing is time refusing to walk away.

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What Silence Keeps

The silence remembers every forgotten name.
Even broken stars continue their patient burning.
Hope grows quietly beneath abandoned gardens.
Every wound teaches another language of light.
Tomorrow opens where yesterday finally surrenders.
Silence continues hope teaches tomorrow.

Inspired by: "The Quiet Weight of Tomorrow" (first published: 30 June 2026).

Best Poems Written by Dev Parth

The Room Where I Exist

My Last Hope

After 12th , We Became Strangers

The Letter I Didn’t Leave

My eyes are crying for me

She Became a Memory, I Became a Ghost

AM I THE WORST

Still Away From You

What the Floor Remembers

What Silence Keeps

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