When The Sun Is Still Ours Life is a fragile lamp, glowing on borrowed oil,Each sunrise a gift, wrapped in gold and silence.Tomorrow is a door that may never open,So drink this hour like dew before it fades.
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To Smell The Flowers I am here for only a breath of eternity.I walk without hurry, without a heavy heart.Again and again, I let my soul bend low,To breathe in flowers and linger in beauty.
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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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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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