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A Step of Life
In the wilderness of endless graze,I see how small I have been.Not above the earth or sky,but a fragment in the wheel of time,a step belonging to the order of all things. In the savanna filled with grass,I seek myself beyond my eyes.The truer self is not this body,but the breath that stirs in all—I…
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आजकल की गुफ़्तगू
यूँ तो हर रोज़ सुबह होती ही है,दिन भी गुज़र ही जाता है किसी तरह से।पर कुछ तो है — एक ख़लिश सी,जो मन के किसी कोने में चुपचाप छुपी रहती है। एक कशमकश है, जो हर रोज़ रूबरू होती है,दिल पर छा जाती है — बेबस कर जाती है। सोचें तो जीवन में सब…
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Is it or Isn’t ?
Is it or is it notThis weight upon my mind,These chains of expectationThat tether me to time? Is it or is it notThe whispers of the past,The duties and the normsThat bind me in their clasp? To break or not to breakFrom all that’s deemed as right,To wander through the shadows,To flee into the night.…
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Even With You Here
Presence doesn’t lift the darkness. Rain brings brief ecstasy; nostalgia opens a tunnel; loneliness keeps its grip. At dawn, confusion lingers—and a hidden confession: I cry for you, in silence.
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Sand of Past Memories
Windblown memories cross a desert of emotion—truth and lies, the mute speech of silence, and the old questions that wait for answers behind a practiced smile.
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You Matter to Me
A night of returning dreams: refusal, confession, and the stubborn refrain—you matter to me. Pain, a counterfeit chain, and the memory of a lone wanderer.
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The Arrival of Your Absence
A refrain of days and nights that were “fine” until absence arrived. A return, a disguise, the rain’s soil‑scent, smoke lifting—and the quiet claim of being one’s own again.
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How I Found You (and Lost You)
At your door, a photograph weakens the resolve, a prayer goes unanswered, and the fading outline of a face teaches the oldest lesson—how we find and lose the same love in a single breath.
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Realm of I and We
A quiet passage through fear, light, and illusion—moving realm to realm—returns to the shared country of identity: the “I and we.” Masks loosen; the self listens for its own footsteps.