Grace of Tears
Grace of Tears Tears dropped from my eyes when my heart could carry no more,Like rain released when the sky bows to grace.In that sacred falling, sorrow was washed clean,And my heart learned to breathe in quiet light.
The Place I was Afraid To Go
The Place I Was Afraid To Go I stand before the cave I fear to enter, dark as a sealed night, My fear clings to me like cold mist on stone. Yet the treasure I seek glows within, like dawn sealed inside the earth, And stepping in feels like a door swinging open, letting my
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Age And Life
Age And Life A girl once asked me quietly, “What is the difference between age and life?” I found an answer not in books, But in the way the heart keeps time. The hours lived without those we love Are counted only as age, passing and pale. But every moment spent holding loved ones close,
After the Flame
After the Flame I know my name will fade, like footprints in rain, Like smoke thinning once the flame is gone. So why should I dress my life for passing eyes? I choose to live like the sun, true, burning, my own.
Where My Storms Do Not Wet Others
Where My Storms Do Not Wet Others My troubles fall like rain on borrowed roofs,Strangers pass by, staying dry, untouched by a drop.I see smiles like fields drinking another’s storm,So I carry my thunder in silence, vast as the sky.
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A Bridge Made of Today
A Bridge Made of Today I hear time ticking like a watch beneath my skin,My past stacks up like letters I never sent.The future pulls away like a receding tide,And regrets grow tall, like weeds in silent fields. So I choose this hour, small as a grain of sand,I write one honest letter, I pull
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When the Veena Found Its Voice
When the Veena Found Its Voice It was a quiet evening in a small town in Kerala.The kind of evening when the temple bell sounds softer than usual, as if it knows people are tired after a long day. A religious institution organised a charity fund collection.The money was meant for children who needed books
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Mary Aunty and the MBA Batch
Mary Aunty And The MBA Batch It was the first day of the new MBA batch. The campus was alive with fresh faces, nervous smiles, and quiet excitement.Students gathered in small groups, some talking eagerly, others standing alone, unsure of where to begin. The college stood gently amid the green highlands of Kottayam.Tall rubber trees
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The Kittens in the Classroom
The Kittens in the Classroom It was a quiet morning in a small school in Communist Russia.Sunlight came through the windows.The classroom was neat and silent. The teacher stood near the blackboard, feeling proud and peaceful.She believed in her role deeply.She often told herself, “Education does not end with books. It shapes the way people
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When Pune Arrived Too Early
When Pune Arrived Too Early I was travelling to Mumbai for work.I was young then, at the beginning of my career, working as an engineer at the Space Centre in Trivandrum.I was actually going to Mumbai – then Bombay – to attend a technical conference at IIT, Bombay. The Kurla Express started from Trivandrum that
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