~~The Wall, The Sky and Me~~

I was never meant to stay whole... not in a world that survives by taking. This is a time that uses people quickly and moves on without looking back. It asks for patience, effort, care, and offers little shelter in return.  Being useful here is a pain. It wears you down, leaves you tired in places others cannot reach, teaches you how easily kindness is mistaken for availability. The hurt is real. It comes from being relied upon but not protected, from giving steadily while learning how disposable that giving can be. And yet, choosing to keep meaning and purpose alive is Rebellion. Not hardening. Not becoming cruel in return. But refusing to let harm decide who you become. Time thins us. Experience scars us. But the tear is where the light pass through. So if something still shines after being used, it is not weakness..it is endurance. In the present world, beauty is not in staying untouched. It is in being hurt, healing slowly, and still allowing yourself to glow. >_< 

This world is a hospital spinning through light years.. With too few beds  for eight billion wounds. Some fight hunger. Some fight heartbreak. Some fight for the environment  And for animals hurting quietly. Different battles.. Same emergency. Bodies matter. Minds matter. Every life that feels matters. One planet. One health. One chance to stay kind. It's no time to ration empathy. There's no choice to lock any ward. Because indifference is the real killer. >_<

  A scrap of light clings to what’s left of me, the smallest remnant of warmth refusing to let go, shivering at the edge of a dim and indifferent world. A torn feather stuck between night and blur, caught in the quiet where clarity dissolves, holding a fragile sliver of borrowed glow as if it remembers a sky it no longer belongs to. Even broken things shimmer.. not out of strength but out of instinct, but out of the love it once held.. out of the last defiance that survives inside when the darkness forgets for a moment to swallow them whole. -_-

And I sit still where the sky meets the sea. The rain remembers what I tried to forget. Light trembles, the sea hums. My shadow dissolves, And I let it go. No names, no sound, just ache, and ground. I am void, I am the wound. I am the prayer,  Waiting to be found.  !_!

I was made of tides, not stones, the moon hums beneath my bones. Each heartbeat whispers gravity’s song, each breath pleads softly, “let me belong.” You drift away, your orbit steady, your calm: a cloud... cluttery, cold and unready. While I unravel, thread by thread, a nebula bleeding gold instead. Love to me was never disguise, it’s oxygen drawn from endless skies. The hush between thoughts, the tender trust, the warmth that turns all fears to dust. They say I feel too much, too loud, too wide, but galaxies bloom where my tears reside. To burn, to ache, to rise from pain, to live, not weaken, that’s my chain. And even when forsaken by light, I shimmer through the endless night. Soft, yet fierce, my heart stays bold, a supernova that won’t turn cold. I do not seek what fades above; I am the pulse, the proof of love. --_--

It's winter again, with a dream of spring. I stand with shaky feet on the cold loose soil. Bare branches reaching for a sky I cannot touch, Roots drinking quietly beneath the frost. Storms have fallen, trees split. I sway,  Absorb, endure, and wait. From the soil of pain, tiny shoots rise up.. Green, stubborn, unafraid. Dry leaves carpet the ground And feed the roots of what will rise again. I am not whole but life pulses in me, Silent, steady, unstoppable. Seasons will turn. Time will pass. And when the sun finds me again, I will bloom not because I am perfect, but because I am alive. --_--

  Time is the faceless god. It walks between galaxies, stirring the stars like embers in a dying fire. One moment, you are the golden child of dawn; the next, you kneel in the temple of midnight, offering your light as sacrifice. It pulls silk from the air, weaving dawn into dusk without a sound. A single breath, and you are the sunlight spilled across a meadow; the next, you are the shadow trembling beneath its own tree. It grows kingdoms in the palms of your hands, then turns your grip to sand, watching the empires slip through your fingers with a smile you will never see. Love is its greatest trick. A warm sun it lends you for a season, only to tilt the world and watch your summer turn to frost. The arms you thought were forever become shadows that pass you like fever. Time never steals. It only trades. Miracles for moments. Hearts for spades. -_-

The bird said, "I ride the breath of dawn, Skim the hush where clouds are drawn. No fence can tame, no hand can own, The wind is mine, the sky my home." The cat replied, "I bask in beams of gold, On cushions warm, through winters cold. Fed with love, stroked into dreams, Why chase the world when peace redeems?" The bird sang back, "But peace is stale, If not hard-won through storm and gale. Each branch I land, a risk I take, Each flight, a vow I never fake." The cat purred low, "And yet you tire, Your wings grow weak, your nests expire. I nap through chaos, stretch through strife, Comfort is its own wild life." “But do you see the endless blue?” *The bird then asked, “Do you pursue The kind of stillness that arrives Only mid-flight, when the soul revives?” The cat sighed, with knowing grace, “And yet, you pass no place. I live, I linger, I leave a trace, Freedom's not flight. It's choosing your space.” --_--

I don't need a love like the ocean Endless, salty, loud, full of unseen predators. Lingering just beyond the sand, Rising and falling in waves, Crashing against tender shores only to steal my calm Leaving behind broken shells and ancient fossils I tried to forget. I crave a love like the rain.. Born from quiet snowcaps  Atop distant mountains, Wandering through valleys and rivers, Melting only where warmth welcomes it. The kind that finds me in the storm  When thunder growls and lightning scars the skies.. A single drop that touches my skin, Sinks deep into my soul, And stays Until the sun turns me to dust. *_*

All things end, Storms and bright sunny days too. Kinships, friendships,  And pretty golden evenings, to name a few.  All slip away into quiet nights, As I cling on to the bare branches And memories of fun and fights. No song now, no farewell, no forever in the end.. Only a hush of dusk where love and laughter once lived. And it's just the way of the world, they say, Endings drift through all of us like winds and tide, Proof that even absence is part of belonging, It's the truth the universe can't hide. -_-

Whether it's peace or practiced grace, A mosaic of chaos and a porcelain face. Like grains of sand, a million wounds in disguise, Swirled in colors that learned not to blend or rise. You seek beauty and avoid the war. You hear poetry, but not what it's for. A rage refined, absurdly still, Dances the line by stubborn will. Reflective, ridiculous, cracked but divine, I hold my ruin like a holy shrine. -_-

Your diary spoke in haunted tones..  “People stumble on boulders, not on stones,”   A profound truth, a silent plea,   For strength to face what the eyes can’t see. The world beheld your shining grace,   A future vast, a boundless space.   Doused in distress, the soul tossed, Within the weight of a purpose lost. Achievements tall, like mountains climbed,   Yet shadows crept in a mind unprimed. The battles fought within the mind,   Left scars unseen, too deep to find. For even stars that burn so bright,   Sometimes fade into the night.   But memories and love remain,   A gentle balm for silent pain. Rest now, where peace is found,   Beyond the boulders that weigh us down.  Your light, though dimmed, will always gleam A whispered hope, a cherished dream. _-_-_

 A prayer, a flower, a lamp and incense in the air, Tears of fear, pain and despair.. Peace was stolen, men killed, Others remain smoldered like candle wicks.. Flickering, burning into pale smoke, Their silences led to the darkest days.. And nights that passed in dreams of hope, When civilization hung itself by the rope.. Where is the sage? Who could calm the rage? Where is the lord? In the hilt of the sword! Drenched in the blood of courage and constitution  Buried with the ancestors and their wisdom. And yet we wait and watch the horizons afar, For all is fair in love and war.

Love is a tapestry woven with care, Entwining threads of hope and of despair.  Dreaming hearts painted with colors bright And flaws emerging in the harsh daylight.  A whispered word, a familiar glance,  A sparkly smile mistaken for romance.  Illusions dancing in golden hue, All fading in the wake of truth. Echoes misled, and signs misread, Love dissolves quick in hearts that had bled.  For not all warmth is passion's fire, Not every soul meets the true desire. The false positives glow like fireflies in the sky, Leaving at dawn with the twinkle in the eye.   And emptiness continues to ensue, Flickering still for the next fault due. 

Color color everywhere! Pink, black, white, neon or pastel,  Match, if you dare! Loud BGMs and louder attitudes, Short gazes and fleeting stare. The history of every story deemed uncool Their mysteries masked in digital glare. Deafening influencers set viral "goals" While true feelings drift away into thin air. The algorithm spins caution No earthling spared! The hype and the chaos Conceal the bloody tear. What looks like the cupids arrow Can be the devil's snare!  It's aesthetics over authenticity,  Lower your hopes, Efforts are rare!  Do not fall for the short-pitched joy, Seek peace, this world is unfair. It's Valentine's again.. And hence, my dear Beware! Beware! Beware! X_X

We live in strange times— Of anchors and teethers. We craft terms, a new bunch every day, to mask our choices.. While our vulnerabilities hide beneath curated smiles framed in digital light. We choose based on fleeting visuals, Glimmers of perfection that fade with a swipe— While unspoken feelings and unkept promises linger in our minds, And true connection has long ago slipped. Oversharing with friendly strangers, No strings attached, Yet failing to open up To those who know our shadows best. The distance expands, the silence thickens  where love and laughter should dwell; The teether's grip strengthens— The anchors wail. Yet, we hope that in the end, all would be well.

तुम रेगिस्तान की बरू जैसे मैं समंदर का पानी, फिसल जाते हो उंगलियों के बीच से, मैं लहरों सी लौट आती.. कुदरत है या प्यार, फर्क तो नहीं जानती। ऊपर वाला मर्जी जताए, और मैं इसे तक़दीर मानती।

A house full of cats A garden tangled in leaves and thorns, Where grass whispers secrets beneath heavy clouds— A heart-wrecked loner watches lovers embrace On a terrace twenty feet away, While wretched mongrels roam the hallway. His heart sank, pondering their fateful end— Secular parents whose ways won’t mend, Talkers badmouthing their tender tale, Stalkers eyeing the poor damsel’s grace. How could he help them win this fight? He prayed for them, borrowed their sin, Drew curtains tight, retreated to his den. His cats purred softly as he shut his eyes— Yet all he felt were their entwined arms. He stared hard at Mary on the wall, In silence he yelled, “Why match wrong with wrong? Why make them suffer? Why so long?” Mary smiled gently, as if to say, “Fate has sorted all; trust in its way.” 

There's light, there's darkness,  And in between them, the shadows dance. The burning flame stands safest in air,  which, alas, can also end its stance.  The flowers bloom royally and then whither down Only to ensure their kin's existence. The snakes fear human treachery  More than their own circumstance. The foxes know their art is now old, The twolegged trickster has an ego none foretold. A suit of steel and bones ice cold,  With rotting roots buried in concrete - ten-fold. The ignorant fool keeps digging For oil, stone and gold. The corporate keep building,  their "dreams" all sold. The winds end no where.. They sing parodies to the devious mold, Civilizations shall turn to dust, scant and bare, The wilderness knows: apocalypse is now here. X_X