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Rohit Sharma Poem
Your smile—my sweetheart, a rising sun,
That warms my soul when day’s begun.
No words can hold, no art portray,
How you take my breath away.
A gentle curve, so soft, so bright,
It turns my darkness into light.
In crowds, it’s all that I can see—
A silent spark that sets me free.
No storm could steal the calm you bring,
No winter chill, no fall of spring.
For in that grin, the world stands still,
My racing heart bends to your will.
I’d trade the stars, the skies above,
For just one glance, one smile of love.
It’s not just beauty—more than grace—
It’s heaven shining through your face.
So keep on smiling, come what may,
You’ll always take my breath away.
Copyright © Rohit Sharma | Year Posted 2025
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Rohit Sharma Poem
In moonlit hush and morning's glow,
Through silent storms and rivers' flow,
A bond unseen, yet deeply true—
My heart, forever bound to you.
No passing time can wear us thin,
For love like ours starts deep within.
Through youth and age, through joy and strife,
You are the rhythm of my life.
Seasons may shift, the stars may fade,
Yet still we walk, unafraid—
For every step, your hand in mine,
Makes even darkness feel divine.
We’ve whispered dreams and dared the sky,
Laughed with the wind, and learned to cry.
But through it all, we’ve stood so tall—
Together, we can bear it all.
This love will never break nor tire,
It's etched in soul, it's forged in fire.
A vow not made in fleeting breath,
But carved in time, beyond all death.
So when the world forgets our name,
And only echoes still remain,
They'll speak of us, and softly say:
That love like theirs won’t fade away.
Copyright © Rohit Sharma | Year Posted 2025
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She rises with the morning sun,
Unfinished battles, never done.
With quiet strength and fearless grace,
The fire of purpose on her face.
She walks through storms without a sound,
Her dreams are roots deep in the ground.
She bends, but never breaks in two—
The world may test, but she'll push through.
Her hands may ache, her heart may bleed,
Still, she gives all to those in need.
With every scar, she shines more bright,
A warrior cloaked in gentle light.
She speaks her truth, she owns her name,
Unshaken by the winds of shame.
She loves with depth, she leads with soul,
Each wound she wears has made her whole.
A strong woman—fierce, bold, and wise,
A mirror of the endless skies.
Not just in strength, but love she stands—
The world reshaped by her own hands.
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I saw it first within your eyes—
A calm that mirrors twilight skies.
No games, no veils, no words rehearsed,
Just love in bloom, so pure, uncursed.
You touched my hand and time stood still,
A silent spark, a softened will.
No past to chase, no scars to hide,
Just you and I, and hearts wide-eyed.
Your laughter danced like summer rain,
Unburdened by the weight of pain.
Each kiss we shared, a quiet prayer,
Of something rare, divinely fair.
We knew not where the road would bend,
But trusted love to guide, defend.
With every glance, I saw it shine—
That innocence, and you, were mine.
So let the world be loud and wide,
I’ll hold your truth here by my side.
For in your soul, I found my start—
The tender dawn of one true heart.
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In the hush of night’s embrace, so wide,
Where silence floats and dreams reside,
There lies a sea, not made of seas—
But stars that whisper through the breeze.
A galaxy, both near and far,
Each flicker shines—a silent scar
Of wishes cast and hopes once made,
That glimmer bright but never fade.
Each star, a story, fierce and true,
Of ancient light that traveled through
The folds of time, the edge of space,
To touch the soul, to find its place.
They dance in patterns, wild and free,
A cosmic waltz, eternity.
No chain can bind, no hand can hold
These flames of silver, blue, and gold.
We look above with yearning eyes,
And feel so small beneath those skies,
Yet in that span so vast and wide,
We find our dreams, and hearts collide.
So when you’re lost or torn apart,
Look up and listen with your heart—
For in that glowing, endless dome,
The stars will always guide you home.
Copyright © Rohit Sharma | Year Posted 2025
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Rohit Sharma Poem
To my sweetheart, my heart’s delight,
My morning sun, my calmest night,
My dearest friend, my sacred part,
The one who holds my soul and heart.
I vow to love you, fiercely true,
In all I say, in all I do.
Through quiet days and storms that roar,
My love for you will only soar.
I promise laughter in our tears,
A hand to hold through all the years.
In every season life may send,
You are my beginning, my end.
I’ll stand beside you, come what may,
Through shifting skies and silver gray.
Your dreams are now forever mine,
Your fears, your hopes, your every sign.
I'll be your strength when you feel small,
Your constant when the shadows fall.
In every breath, in every fight,
I'll choose your love, I'll choose the light.
So here I vow, with heart so wide,
No force on Earth can make me hide.
To cherish, honor, guard, and grow,
With every year, I'll let you know—
That loving you is life’s great art.
You are my soul, my beating heart.
And till the stars fall from the skies...
I'll love you, my sweetheart, all my life.
Copyright © Rohit Sharma | Year Posted 2025
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I saw the world in black and white,
Till her smile poured in the light.
A curve so soft, so sweet, so wild—
It made the cynic in me mild.
No thunder cracked, no heavens roared,
Just one glance—and my soul soared.
A silent spell, a sunlit mile,
I stood undone… smitten by her smile.
It wasn’t loud, it didn’t shout,
But all my fears, it silenced out.
Like springtime wrapped in human form,
Her smile could make the cold feel warm.
No poets taught me how to feel
The way her grin could make me kneel.
Not out of duty, pride, or guile—
But simply… smitten by her smile.
Copyright © Rohit Sharma | Year Posted 2025
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I was soldering dreams on a PCB,
Fighting a chip that refused to agree.
Multimeter in one hand, wire in the other—
Voltage spikes like no one’s bother.
Then came the call—a soft little beep,
Right when my circuit fell asleep.
I picked it up with a sigh so tall…
Didn’t expect you on that one-minute call.
"Hey, resistor brain, still alive?"
You joked as my heart hit overdrive.
My logic gates all flipped to high,
Capacitors charged, and so did I.
You said you missed me (with static delay),
I said, “Same here,” in my ohm-ish way.
We laughed about wires and life on hold—
Your voice was warm, my soldering cold.
No datasheet ever warned of this,
That love could spark with just a kiss—
Of words so quick, yet somehow deep,
That made my digital heart lose sleep.
Oh darling, in circuits, I deal with noise,
But your voice cuts through, brings quiet and poise.
That one minute call? Just sixty small seconds…
Yet my entire heart it somehow re-sequenced.
So call me again, like a rising sine wave,
In this tangled breadboard life I brave.
Because in a world of signals and sprawl,
You're the only frequency I want to call.
Copyright © Rohit Sharma | Year Posted 2025
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Rohit Sharma Poem
Sweet Peach Wine
In the valleys where prayer flags dance,
And clouds kiss Himalayan glance,
I found a bottle, soft and fine,
Of Bhutan’s sweet peach-scented wine.
It tasted like a lover’s sigh,
A summer dusk, a blushing sky,
With every sip, your name would bloom,
A floral echo through the room.
The amber liquid, slow and deep,
Unveils the dreams we dare to keep.
Like whispers in a sacred shrine,
You lingered in that peachy wine.
We drank beneath the twilight's flame,
Two hearts, one breath, no need for name.
Your laughter swirled in mountain air,
A silent vow, a fragrant prayer.
Oh, if I could, I’d bottle time—
The warmth, your kiss, that sweet divine.
But all I have, and all that's true,
Is this peach wine, and love for you.
Copyright © Rohit Sharma | Year Posted 2025
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She walks, and the world forgets to breathe,
Each step a stanza, soft beneath.
The wind rewrites its course to trace
The rhythm rising from her grace.
Eyes that flicker like candlelight,
Words unsaid, but burning bright.
A sway, a turn, the air responds—
As if she's dancing with the dawns.
Not penned in ink, nor caught in rhyme,
But fluent in the pulse of time.
Every heartbeat, every sigh,
A verse that floats, then flutters by.
She doesn’t speak—she simply moves,
And in her silence, rhythm proves
That poetry is not just heard—
It’s seen, it’s felt, in every wordless word.
So watch her once, and you will see
The soul's own choreography—
Where grace and fire find devotion…
A living poem. Poetry in motion.
Copyright © Rohit Sharma | Year Posted 2025
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