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Best Poems Written by Rohit Sharma

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You Take my Breath Away

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.

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Smitten by her Smile


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.

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To My Best Friend My Better Half


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.

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Sweet Wine

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.

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A Strong Woman

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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One Amazing Woman

One Amazing Woman

She walks with grace through storm and flame,
A heart of strength, too wild to tame.
With eyes that see through walls and lies,
And kindness deep as midnight skies.

She lifts the weight no one can bear,
And hides her pain with utmost care.
Yet in her laugh, the sun breaks through—
A warmth the coldest days pursue.

Her voice can soothe, her hands can heal,
She loves with fire, bold and real.
No crown she wears, no throne she needs,
She rules through quiet, fearless deeds.

She dreams, she dares, she stands her ground,
Where others fall, she’s glory-bound.
A soul that dances, fierce and free—
She is the woman I strive to be.

One life, one light, one blazing flame—
Forever proud to speak her name.

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That one minute call - An Electronics Engineers Love poem!

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.

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Everlasting Love

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.

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Poetry in Motion

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.

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Two Young Princes

Two young princes, both bold and loud,
Each quite certain he made Mum proud.
One wore armor, shining and bright—
The other wore socks that never matched right.

One shouted, “Charge!” and raced with a roar,
The other said, “Please, there’s mud on the floor.”
One liked dragons, fire, and swords,
The other preferred snacks and crossword boards.

They fought (of course) like princes do:
About who was taller, or who smelled like stew.
They argued on horses, they argued on feet,
They once had a duel with spoons in the street.

One wanted wars and epic parades,
The other liked naps and quiet shades.
But every time the kingdom was stressed,
Both young brothers did their best.

For though they bickered night and noon,
They howled at the same jokes under the moon.
And deep in the palace, it’s widely known—
They shared one brain... just loaned on loan.

So here’s to princes, brave and absurd—
Who ruled with laughter, not just the sword!