As Shakti for Shiva, So He for Her

He believes in the soul, in rebirth, in lives unfolding endlessly.
And pray this lifetime may end too soon, so that he knows he will wait for the next, and the next, only for her.

Like Maa Shakti who was reborn through ages to be with Shiva, he too shall return again and again, only to find her, only to love her.

All he prays is for one boon that in every birth he may remember two things: her face, and his love for her, so destiny can never hide her from him.

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Do you know that people who stay depressed and lonely for too long slowly sink into a silent darkness of the mind?

Even when someone finally enters their life, giving them the love and care they always needed, their mind, heart, and soul may already be too numb to recognize or respond to it.

And when they finally realize the love they are receiving, the weight of not being able to reciprocate in the same way only makes them more depressed until, in the end, they give up completely.

Always look beyond those smiles

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The silent solider

"I’ve fought battles since a very young age, fought violence, traumas from my own people, wars inside my mind, even standing at the edge of death.

When became youth
I fell Through failures, depression, suicidal thoughts yet I returned, searching countless temples for peace and endless tears shed only before God.

I’ve carried my pain in silence.
"But somewhere in life, from a very young age, all I ever wished for was a shoulder to rest on, a place where my tears could fall freely.

But no one came.
And even if someone had, I wouldn’t have spoken a word, because I know these scars are mine alone. I never wanted my pain to spill over and burden others with my darkness."

"Maybe no one comes because the world longs for a king in a palace not a soldier surviving in a hut.
A king with perfect qualities, who offers sweet comforts, warmth, laughter, and charm. Not a soldier who bleeds, who carries stories of battles and silence, who smells of sweat and struggle.

So be it I’ll keep fighting, with faith that God walks beside me, even if only in invisible form."

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Let me ❤️‍🔥 burn

Every hour, every day and night,
I ask God: why do you make my mind and heart a house for her?
Why does she arrive in every small, tender thing I notice
until even my thoughts of you grow thin and distant? Even when I stand in front of you you are showing me her.

I am afraid.
Have I become obsessed? Obsession is a dangerous fire.
Or is this some strange mercy from above binding me so tightly to her,
raising my love higher and higher, only so you can hurl me down?
Break me to dust.
Burn me to ash completely
if that is the price of this love.

I do not know what will come, and I will bear it.
Only one plea: spare her.
Do not make her part of this pain.
Fill her life with light and laughter. Let me be the one who falls
let me burn if that must be.

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Burning Coal

God is cruel in ways we cannot see,
He makes us fall for souls we were never meant to be.

Our own shadows whisper,
“You’ll wound them,”
so we bleed in silence, endlessly.

He folds our hands in prayer, yet not for our joy,
but to bless their happiness, while ours decays.

We watch the ones we love shine in another’s arms,
and our hearts crack quietly in the cold of their warmth.

We are left alone, hollow to the very end
If He wished to leave us void, why kindle the flame?
Why let the fire scorch us, only to turn us to ash?

Perhaps our life is coal, born to burn,
to crack, to smoke, to fade
until all we are is dust, scattered,
nameless, forgotten, carried by a merciless wind.

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She is an ocean of unfathomable depths many try to explore her,
but none can reach the heart she hides so deep.

Many come to surf upon her waves, yet her tides are so fierce
that they are cast away,
unable to remain in her world.

He was once a volcano
erupting with ego, attitude, anger, and negativity.
But after meeting her, He became a river, gentle yet restless, flowing only towards her.

Still, he has not reached her
for every river longs for the ocean,
but only destiny decides the union.

Yet He keeps hoping as in Kannada song praying everyday

ಕಾಣದ ಕಡಲಿಗೆ ಹಂಬಲಿಸಿದೆ ಮನ
ಕಾಣಬಲ್ಲೆನೆ ಒಂದು ದಿನ
ಕಡಲನು ಕೂಡಬಲ್ಲೆನೆ ಒಂದು ದಿನ
ಜಟಿಲ ಕಾನನದ ಕುಟಿಲ ಪಥಗಳಲಿ
ಹರಿವ ತೊರೆಯು ನಾನು
ಎಂದಿಗಾದರು ಕಾಣದ ಕಡಲನು ಸೇರಬಲ್ಲೆನೇನು
ಸೇರಬಹುದೇ ನಾನು, ಕಡಲ ನೀಲಿಯೊಳು ಕರಗಬಹುದೆ ನಾನು
ಕರಗಬಹುದೆ ನಾನು,

Will he ever dissolve into her embrace,
or perish midway
a barren land where rivers forget their song?
Only fate and time know the answer.

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He loved her in silence, afraid his words might chain her wings.
She loved him in silence, afraid her confession might steal his peace.

To him, she was a queen in her own world
a bird meant for endless skies,
a river flowing fearlessly toward the ocean.

To her, he was a king in quiet strength
a bird yearning for distant horizons,
a river she could never follow.
He told himself,
“If I cannot be her light, I must not become her shadow.”
She whispered within,
“If I cannot be his peace, I must not become his storm.”

So they both chose silence,
believing it was love’s purest sacrifice.

But silence became distance
distance became years
and years became a life unlived together.

When she stood by his grave at last,
her tears whispered the words her lips never dared
“I loved you… only you.”

And beneath the earth, in the silence of death,
lay a man who had once carried the very same secret.

Two souls who had burned for each other,
yet carried their fire to the grave
a love that stayed silent,
and died unheard.

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Zindagi

Na ameer bane, na khwabon ka dariya mila,
Zindagi ne toh dukh mein bhi sahaara na diya.
Middle class hone ka matlab bas itna raha,
Zakhm chahe jitne gehre ho,
Subah uth kar kaam par jaana hi pada.

Boss ko tere gham ki khabar hi kahan,
Dost bhi apne hi rangon mein gum rahe yahaan.
Na safar lamba, na chhuttiyan badi,
Na ashramon mein lakhon dekar sukoon milta kabhi.

Bas ghar chalana hai, EMI bharni hai,
Rishton ka bojh aur zimmedaariyan sambhalni hai.
Aur tere dukh?
Woh toh bezubaan reh jaate hain,
Sunn ne wala koi nahi,
Samajhne wala koi nahi…

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"When Prayers Take Them Away"

I don’t know why, but every time
I fall in love with the moon, the stars, the endless sky
I end up hurt, for I can never reach them, never even come close.
All I’m left with are their shadows, which I hold onto, pretending it is enough.

I whisper prayers, hoping the sun might arrive, someone strong enough to care for the moon, the stars, and the sky in ways I never could.

And as fate would have it, the sun always comes, claiming what I could only dream of.
I smile, I even feel joy, yet deep within, it carves away at me.

From once being an ocean with restless waves, I have withered into a stagnant lake
silent, unmoving, where even the lotus refuses to bloom.

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Mera hona kisi ke liye kabhi zaroori na tha,
Uske chehre ki muskaan bhi mere bina roshan tha.
Har khushi uske paas thi, jo main de na saka,
Main bas ek parchhai tha, jo waqt ke saath mit gaya.

Mohabbat mein bhi main raja na ban saka,
Na dil ka taaj, na yaadon mein ek kona mil saka.
Meri duniya bas uske ek nazar pe tik gayi,
Aur main dhool ban kar uski zindagi se bikhar gaya.

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