Locked doors opened when courage finally whispered, go.
The sky didn’t widen—I did.

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Keys rust, but the gate dissolves mid-breath—gone.
Bare feet taste wind older than clocks.

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You arrive like dawn without footsteps,
folding the dark into a softer hush.

A warmth rises in the silence—
not a sun, not a star,
just a quiet brightness
that steadies every scattered thought.

Even the air remembers you,
holding its breath,
as if the world leans closer
for one more moment of your light.

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Soft hush of evening drapes the sky,
a quiet orbit pulls my restless tide.

In the silver hush, a lantern of calm,
your unseen gravity steadies every thought.

Never named, yet etched in every shimmer,
you rise, luminous, where my dreams begin.

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Soft edges of dawn spill across my quiet world,
guiding footsteps I didn’t know were waiting.

In the hush where day and night touch,
a pulse of silver answers every breath.

No horizon feels empty when that hidden light appears,
rising and returning like a promise only I can read.

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Sun
Sky
Clouds drift
Soft winds move
Leaves scatter in quiet dance
Twilight paints the river silver, slow
Stars appear, blinking secrets across endless velvet night

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Glass sky spills violet ink,
a wild calm over empty rails.

Crow calls coil into dusk,
soft ripple for a silent mind.

Amber wind folds into night,
stars scatter like secret coins.

Steps drift, no start, no end,
time loosens, a quiet current.

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Soft dusk.
A fox spins in looping arcs,
paws making circles in dry sand.

Glow drips across low sky,
a pale coin sliding, slow.

No aim. Only drift.
Only wind.
Only now.

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night’s first ember moon
tips its glass of copper rain—
autumn beckons me
into streets of quiet fog
where memories smell of fire

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कहां गए वो पल
जहां एक साथ धुन में डूबे रहते थे,

जहां सांसों में भी
सुरों की खुशबू बसती थी।

अब तो खामोशियों में ही
हम अपना संगीत ढूंढते हैं।

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