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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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 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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Beyond The Shore I loosen my hands from the familiar shore, And let the known fade like land into mist. The sea tests my courage before it gifts me sky, For only by losing sight of shore do I learn how far I can swim.
WHERE THE PATHS AGREE I learned the mountain keeps many secrets of ascent.Some rise like thunder, some like mist along its spine.I climb my own weathered way, slow as growing roots,And reach the height where all true paths finally meet.
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Rivers the Heart Cannot Hold Tears are not drops the eyes release;They are the heart’s rivers, breaking their peace. A single drop, so pure, so slight,Carrying a mountain the heart can’t hold. One per cent water, a hundred per cent aches,Priceless stories the heart won’t hide. So tread with care where hearts still breathe,Some wounds
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My Heart Grew Older That Day Death was a lamp quietly blown out at dawn,Before I could finish showing you how to live.You went like a bird vanishing into thick mist,Still listening for my voice, still believing I would follow. Grief is a house where one chair is forever empty,And I cannot sit without feeling
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