On some days,
I wish I could capture every little thing,
No, not just humans or myself,

By everything I mean,
Every bird that rests for a while or flies away,
Every time there's thunder followed by a downpour, Every leaf that moves to and fro with a sudden blow of wind;

By everything I mean,
Every emotion,
Every cloud,
Every sunset,
Every moonrise;

By everything I mean,
An elderly couple sitting beside each other on a bench just resting,
Every young couple enjoying their time together,
Every kid who smiles even after all the despair;

By everything I mean,
Every Rickshaw Wala who'd smile just because he's clicked,
Every Monument,
every brick of it,
Every Bazaar that someday might cease to exist;

All I mean is,
I just wish I could click every moment,
For memories, maybe,
I'm not sure,
Or may be because they might be the same next time.

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Body of an athlete

Mind of a stoic.

Spirit of a warrior.

Heart of a poet.

That's the goal.

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Plate in her hands, love in his', Mocking, they smiled with glee.
Worry in her eyes, Blessings in his', Laughing over the phone, carefree.

A forehead too red, an outfit too brown, A gift too heavy, the bangles of gold.
The man at the border, his heart at home, That's how they rejoice, a method too old.

A fire too huge, the bullets too perilous, Nothing to hear and nothing to say.
Celebrations of country, the soul of the nation, The martyr, in his coffin too stiffed, he lay.

A night too peaceful, another in mourn, A loss too huge, with no compensation.
A pride, a joy with sorrow and misery, And that's how the story ends in our nation.

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SOMEONE

We are living in a society where everyone thinks that there is someone to help the people.
If everyone thinks in the same way who is the one gonna to be someone???
Think once where we are???
Don't be sceptical about the step you take boost up your self confidence that makes you to gonna be someone.

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Evenings, her hair looked most ruffled, Pleasant breeze, her smile most loving, the way he liked, at ease.

In the mornings Crisp hair, she preferred, Curt and cold like winters, Always in hurry to be at some place.

Funny, he mused.

As a child, he saw people often, were in hurry to go one place and one place only,

Home, they'd call it.

To the people they love, their own.

The books also said, "smells like home", the words he had read once on stairs.

And, he had wondered then,

What is home? a place where you live, a refuge, four walls, or a place where you are born?

For his, her arms had always been a place, he felt most alive in,

Her loving arms, his refuge.

The walls bore witness to the thousand things they'd talked about. He didn't know where he was born, neither he wanted to know.

She was his home, had always been. The place where he was always running to; the one she love and loved.

Then, One cold morning, She was again, setting her hair crisp, he rolled his eyes, unsettling, had asked innocently, where was she always running to?, "Home", she had said.

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Give yourself space to slow down.
It will put you in closer touch with
the present moment.
That will help you hear your own voice,
recognize what you're holding that needs to
be left behind,
and move forward with greater clarity.

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Life is so peaceful when you
don't have intrest in anyone.

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छुट्टी की अर्जी भरो, आया पिय त्यौहार ।।
या तो होली साथ हो, या निकलूँ हरिद्वार।।

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Emotionally: I'm done.
Mentally: I'm drained.
Spiritually: I'm dead.
Physically: I smile😊.

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Dear 2024.

Please teach to me find joy
and contentment in all the
small moments of life.

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