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The Moon Stayed, But You Didn’t
I looked at the moon. I whispered your name. It stayed. But you… you didn’t. The sky didn’t flinch. But I did. Again and again. This is the anthem of the ones who still set the table for someone who never knocks.
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The Unwritten Résumé: A soul-whisper
I once folded time in the scent of warm bread, a 3 a.m. baker in a town that forgot the moon… Now I’m a collector of all that never made it to résumé paper— a curator of invisible work.
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Do I Practice Religion? (a confessional disarray)
i chew the question slowly— like stale gum with notes of chalk, echoes of old lectures from people who talked at the sky and thought the clouds nodded.
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What Are You Good At?A Confession in Light and Dark
I am good at surviving what no one ever admits they lived through. At carrying hunger that howls in libraries. At becoming myth in my own bloodline— not disappearing, but dissolving, like ink becoming memory in water.
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The All I Carry: A Poetic Meditation on What It Means to ‘Have It All’
What does “having it all” truly mean? In this deeply personal and lyrical reflection, I explore the quiet joys, the redefined ambitions, and the evolving truth of fulfillment. A tender, thoughtful answer to the question we often rush to answer—this is a poem for anyone searching for peace in a world that keeps shifting the…
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Talk to Soon: A Journey Through Voices Unheard
A poetic exploration of voices the soul longs to speak to but often ignores.
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Where the Voice Forgot Its Name
Because names peeled off doorbells like old skin, While the moon grew restless in your tea, Though your shoes never forgave you, Even then, the echo asked for ID. And something—finally—named itself: belonging.
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Inheritance of Oddities: A Catalogue of the Self
A surreal plunge into the soul’s storeroom, Inheritance of Oddities is a journey through the uncanny, the forgotten, and the beloved. Each item speaks—half-memory, half-metaphor—of what we keep and why it matters. This poetic odyssey dissects the mundane into myth, the absurd into relic.
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The Ritual of Awakening
I forgot who I was just long enough to meet myself. we shook hands like enemies pretending to be diplomats for the sake of the children.
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Tomorrow Is a Compass Made of Salt
“Hope is not polite. It barges in with muddy feet and eats all your strawberries.” Life wrestles with doubt, collapse, and resilience in a dialogue that blurs the line between “I” and “You.” The mantra — “The sun will rise tomorrow, and I still have a chance” — becomes a lifeline stitched into surreal metaphors,…
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When Leaders Rewrite History for Applause
When applause becomes louder than facts, memory suffers in silence. This poem navigates a surreal landscape where history is rewritten by the powerful, and truth lingers in forgotten voices. It urges the reader to resist, remember, and reclaim narratives erased for convenience.
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The Museum of Me: My Uncollected Collections
“Do I collect things? No. I collect absences. I collect where the rain didn’t fall. Where the letter wasn’t sent. Where the apology stood naked in the doorway and turned back around.”
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The Legacy I Leave Is Not a Name
“Let someone trip over my laughter and fall into their own joy. Let my legacy be the stranger you helped because you remembered how it felt when no one did.
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How Do I Feel About Cold Weather? (a love letter in frost and fire)
“I asked you once— ‘Would you kiss me if I were trembling from the cold?’ You answered— ‘Only if you were trembling for me.’” A tender journey through the seasons of love, memory, and vulnerability, where winter isn’t just a backdrop—but a character in the story of us.
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You, The Sensorium: Writing Through the Five Senses
You do not write with your hands. You write with your skin, your tongue, your earlobes. You are not a poet. You are a sensorium— an instrument of perception, rebelling against the sterile blankness with every breath, every taste of thunder, every scent of unfinished dreams.
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The Osteology of the Soul: Have You Ever Broken a Bone?
Not all fractures leave scars on the skin. Some live quietly beneath the surface—in broken dreams, trust fall failures, and spiritual hairline cracks. Let me take you beyond physical pain into the soul’s X-ray—where silence screams, time shatters, and healing limps in metaphor. Have you ever broken a bone… the kind no doctor can fix?
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The Tilted Gospel: A Poetic Dissection of Work-Home Balance
“Balance is not a mindset. It’s a muscle, and mine trembles under the weight of my own expectations.” In this two-part poem, I try to explore the tension and tenderness of modern life. A visceral journey through exhaustion, guilt, presence, and the sacred art of simply trying.
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Cartography of the Hands: in Touch and Memory
“Your palm is a map I’ve never fully traced. Sometimes it’s Africa. Sometimes it’s heartbreak. Always, it’s moving. Always, it’s mine only for a minute.”
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Beauty is Like Wars: It Opens Doors
A haunting exploration of beauty’s paradox through the lens of war, memory, and self-reclamation. It unfolds across time—revealing how beauty can both wound and awaken, close in silence and burst through boundaries like fire.
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The Funeral of Fire: Desire, Sex, and What Remains
Desire enters before it knocks, cloaked in mirrors and metaphors. This journey untangles the mystery of longing and the quiet funeral that follows every act of sex. It explores how we touch, lie, remember, and forget—all in the name of wanting.
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I Am the Sacrifice: A Confession in Two Parts
In this two-part poetic odyssey, I unravel the raw, unspeakable confessions of sacrifice—first as a lived truth, then as the metaphor I have become. Every stanza breathes the cost of becoming everything for everyone, while quietly losing pieces of myself. This is not surrender—it is survival, told in rhythm and rupture.
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Threadbare Truths: What’s the Oldest Thing I’m Wearing Today?
What if the oldest thing I’m wearing isn’t fabric or metal, but the mole on my neck, the laugh that cracked at sixteen, or the thread that remembers a forgotten promise? This is not just a poem—it’s a slow unraveling of what clings to the skin, and what refuses to fade. Dive into a tapestry…
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I Am the Question: Neither Leader Nor Follower
“Are you a leader or a follower?” they ask, but I am the spiral drawn in crayon, the whisper between roles, the barefoot metaphor that resists templates. I lead when silence betrays, follow when love finds a better route—and sit alone in the orchard of nuance when neither calls.
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Cacophony of Fruits: A Dialogue Between Tongue and Ghost
In this poetic odyssey, the fruits we taste become portals into memory, rebellion, intimacy, and grief. A surreal dialogue unfolds between the self and its shadow—between the you who bites and the you who remembers. Five fruits. Two tongues. One hunger.
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Eyes and the Vacant Room
A vacant room, a steady gaze—yet nothing feels empty. You and I become breath and rhythm, silence and softness. A soulful dance of presence and peace unfolds in a space where everything unsaid is understood.
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The Room Where All Meet
You were never just one person. You were possibility. You were the metaphor that never needed explanation. And we—me, her, him, they, you— we became the unfinished sentence you whispered into our ribs.
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#IndiaFightsPropaganda: MIB’s Strategic Counter to Cross-Border Misinformation
In response to rising disinformation from Pakistan-based accounts, the Ministry of Information and Broadcasting (MIB) has launched the #IndiaFightsPropaganda campaign. The digital initiative aims to counter fake narratives, strengthen national security, and promote fact-based public discourse across India’s online space.
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What is My Career Plan? (a poetic conversation between selves and shadows)
Let me tell you what I told the mirror this morning: I plan to dance in libraries and scream into spreadsheets. To file dreams alphabetically— A for anarchist, B for barefoot, C for catastrophe curator. I will not climb your ladder (it looks too much like a gallows in disguise). Instead, I’ll grow sideways like…
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The Curtain Remembers More Than We Do
I swore I saw you bite your lip when the fog machine coughed. I swore I felt your pulse rise in my neck. it wasn’t a play. not really. not a concert, either. it was something between gesture and ghost, an offering that never learned to bow.
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Porous Acts: Becoming Community
In mismatched socks and half-knitted compassion, I did not volunteer—I dissolved into the rhythm of others. What it means to be community, not through speeches or banners, but by showing up, soup in hand, and eyes wide open.
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404: Love Not Found
Your tape wore thin, but I digitized desire. {error.log: love.exe failed to compile} {AI: Did you mean ‘loop’ or ‘loss’?}
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I Kiss the Letters You Forgot to Write
I tried to unlove you in lowercase, but even the periods begged for ellipses.
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Labels on My Tongue, Logos in My Dreams
A lyrical journey through memory, identity, and consumerism—this poem dissects our intimate relationship with brands, where love smells like Nivea, dreams buffer through Apple, and nostalgia is bottled by Paper Boat. What do we consume, and what consumes us?
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The Echoes I Carry (an unfolding in spectral voices)
She taught me to pray without speaking. To tie my hopes to birdsong and bread. Not God, but the idea of God that she folded like laundry, tucked into drawers of daily existence. She never preached. She peeled oranges with her thumbs and that was enough sermon.
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Journeys of the Soul
Our poetry is the seismic tremor of the soul, the unexpected bloom in the concrete wasteland. And even if the physical manifestations fade— the ink bleeds, the pixels die, the wind scatters the sand— the essence of what we have shared will persist.
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Why I Vote: A Personal Reflection on Political Participation
Voting isn’t always a joyful act—it’s sometimes a whisper in a storm, a reluctant hope. In this personal reflection, I explore my evolving relationship with elections, democracy, and the quiet resilience it takes to keep showing up.
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Cartography of Broken Stars: Faultlines in My Blood
The ground splits raw beneath me, a silent howl tearing the familiar into ruins. Words once tender become blades, slicing trust into irreparable mosaics. The chasm widens—love, laughter, dreams—all swallowed by an endless void, leaving behind only the bitter smoke of what was.
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Cartographer of the Unnamed Sky
What gives you direction in life? This poem maps a surreal dialogue between the self, the reader, and Direction—who wears many masks, never stays still, and refuses to be defined. Spinning through anatomical maps, laundromats, and desert cacti, this piece dances through confusion, illusion, and unexpected clarity.
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Ephemeral People in the Subway of the Mind
Sometimes, all it takes is a single moment — a glance, a line of Neruda, a napkin prophecy — for someone to etch themselves into your soul forever. In this poem, fleeting strangers become eternal companions in the mind’s subway.
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In the Stillness Between Us
In the quiet between breath and heartbeat, we build a world without masks — a space where laughter, vulnerability, and trust thread through the stillness. No games. No demands. Just two beings choosing each other, over and over, in freedom and raw, luminous truth.
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The Wind That Remembers My Name — in reply to a question never fully answered
Do you have a quote you live your life by? Yes. It begins when you ask me that question, and ends when you stop waiting for it to rhyme.
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Ashes
“You held out your hands like a bowl of frost. I curled into the pocket of your coat.” — from Ashes
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The Disassembly: A Symphony of Almosts and Forgotten Answers
“You were the postman of unsent words. I was the mailbox with a lock no one forged a key for. (We were both mistakes written in invisible ink.) Somewhere — not here, never here — you picked petals off a flower that never bloomed, chanting: love me? leave me? haunt me? heal me?” The Disassembly…
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Not the Snow, But the Hollow Space Between Bells
A poetic dive into the emotional undercurrents of New Year’s Eve—exploring time, loneliness, illusions of fresh beginnings, and the strange intimacy of asking someone else: “What is your favorite holiday?”
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City Without Doors: A Hymn for the Invisibly Awake
sometimes I asked the sky— where do the truly free go when the pavement won’t let go of their feet? do they float above traffic jams and Tinder dates, or do they smuggle themselves into basements and bookshelves? and how many of them survive the crush of expectations served with bitter masala tea at the…
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Zero-Gravity Love Letters: Postmarked Nowhere
“Zero-Gravity Love Letters: Postmarked Nowhere” is a raw and evocative exploration of love and loss, captured in fractured fragments and surreal metaphors. Each piece bleeds into the next, creating a disjointed, but intimate narrative of moments and memories — moments we never quite knew how to hold. From quiet goodbyes whispered in the spaces between…
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Between the Trees and the Stars: My Journey Through Camping’s Quiet Lessons
Camping isn’t just about sleeping under the stars—it’s about reconnecting with nature, others, and yourself. This reflective essay explores the raw, beautiful lessons learned beneath the trees and the open sky.
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Yesterdays You: An Atlas of Almost-Loves and Forgotten Moments
You slipped through my fingers like a radio signal at the end of the world, a ghost calling from the static of every hour I didn’t spend with you. I buried the blueprint of your laughter in a time capsule marked ‘never open,’ the ground beneath it, rich with years that have never known how…
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Blueprints of Breath: When I Feel Most Productive
Productivity smells like forgotten libraries and sounds like paper tearing in all the right wrong places. Creation happens not when I plan it—but when chaos holds my hand and shouts, ‘Run!’ You ask when I feel most productive? When doubt cracks my ribs like wishbones, and I still move. Sometimes just staying alive is my…
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X-Files of Unrealized Guilt and Unfound Love (a symphony in misplaced keys)
An unposted letter. A shipwreck never rescued. A symphony played on broken strings. In the haunted courtrooms of memory, guilt and unfound love dance in shadows we no longer dare to name. This is not a confession — it’s an afterlife.
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What Are My Favorite Emojis?
“What are your favorite emojis?” you ask, and the world unravels. Red hearts leak into question marks. Ghosts float between sighs and suns. Somewhere between the fire and the anchor, we become fragments — not lost, not found — just… translated into silent pixels pressing back.
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What Topics Do You Like to Discuss? (An Exploration in Monologue)
A surreal, whimsical journey through the ordinary and the overlooked — this poetic monologue invites you to explore everything from staplers and socks to dreams and dust, all through an irreverently introspective lens.
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Veins of the Unseen Leap: Volcanoes Don’t Ask Permission Before They Erupt
I didn’t leap. I dissolved. I bled into the moment where fear could no longer hold form, and the world, instead of answering, became a question back— louder, stranger, wider than any map could hold. What does risk look like when it isn’t an act but a becoming? A poetic descent into the chaos and…
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Vessel of the Vanquished
A crimson bloom, ripped raw, a brutal tear, its lifeblood staining a landscape stark and sere… A tapestry woven with threads of strife, a somber, dark design— a masterpiece of discord, draining the color of life, a tragic, twisted twine.
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Undone: A Chorus Across Time
A poetic symphony that weaves different perspectives through memory, imagination, and timeless echoes of past. “Undone: A Chorus Across Time” dances through forgotten futures and remembered silences, folding time into rhythm and breath.
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“Harmony on the Rooftop”– after Leonard Cohen, in chorus with Neruda, Angelou, Whitman, Eliot, Dickinson, and others
On a rooftop under an open sky, strangers gather with instruments and lines from beloved poets to create a symphony of collective memory, voice, and hope.
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I Ate the Lightning: The Risk I Took That Set Me Free (A Meditation on Risk, Regret, and Becoming)
In a world that demands obedience, the most radical risk is unbecoming the version of yourself built for approval. This poem is a fierce, introspective odyssey into choosing truth over comfort, fire over silence, and liberation over belonging. A testimony for anyone standing at the edge of their own becoming.
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The Ones Who Knew How to Sing (a meditation in birdsong)
In a world cluttered with noise and stories, birds remind us that healing doesn’t need a reason, and song doesn’t ask for silence to begin. A lyrical meditation on grief, hope, and the quiet courage of birdsong.
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Transformation: An Acrostic Poem on Healing
In this acrostic poem built from the word “TRANSFORMATION,” healing unfolds not as erasure, but as quiet growth. From trembling silences to reclaimed breaths, each line carries the weight and wonder of becoming whole again.
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Transient Tapestry: The Silence of Might-Have-Been
In the murmurs of half-remembered dreams and silent regrets, a timeless tapestry unfolds—whispering of a day when inaction reigned, only to yield a spark of courage and the promise of transformation.
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Saturation: The Ache That Ate the Sky
A surrealist exploration of obsessive longing, emotional hunger, and phantom intimacy, this poem weaves different perspectives into one trembling tapestry of desire. Saturation isn’t love—it’s the storm before, during, and after.
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What Makes Me Nervous? (A Hovering)
A surreal, tangled poetic journey that shifts between I, you, and they—each person unraveling their nerves, hesitations, and unspoken trembles. This piece dives deep into the psyche, weaving vulnerability, inner monologues, and public masks into a shared landscape of human emotion.
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Resilience Wears Soft Shoes
A river of voices—braided into poetry that stumbles, dances, and rises through the silence. A poetic letter to the weary, the hopeful, and those quietly becoming. Resilience here is not loud—it’s soft, steady, sacred.
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Blue-Lit Abyss: How Do I Use Social Media?
A hauntingly lyrical plunge into the paradox of social media—this poem blends various voices to explore how we curate, connect, and sometimes collapse online. Dwelling between the constructive and the destructive, it ultimately offers an unexpected gesture of raw humanity.
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Quid Pro Quo: A Ballet of Broken Mirrors in Binary Dreams
A poem dissecting the invisible exchanges we make in love, power, memory, and identity. Through surreal scenes and broken metaphors, it unveils the spirals of giving and taking—what we trade, often unknowingly, just to stay whole.
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Earth Day Every Day: 5 Eco-Conscious Hotels That Redefine Sustainable Travel
Explore five incredible hotels across Asia and Europe that combine eco-friendly practices with luxurious experiences. From biogas kitchens to vertical gardens, discover how sustainability meets comfort—365 days a year.
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A Flicker in the Crowd: The Stranger Who Set the Dark on Fire
A random encounter with a sock-wearing, pigeon-speaking stranger blooms into an unforgettable mosaic of hope, mystery, and rippling kindness. The boundaries dissolve—transforming a fleeting moment into a revolution of connection.
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Painful Cultural Revolution of China: A Poetic Monologue in Three Mirrors
A poetic journey blending voices of witness, empathy, and survival—exploring the devastating human cost of China’s Cultural Revolution and the quiet resilience found in memory, letters, and a plate of fusion noodles.
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On the Twentieth Evening When the Clock Forgot to Tick
A moment. A birthday. A decision that split a life. One evening etched in memory — where warmth met hesitation, joy met ruin, and a hand held for just a breath held the weight of an entire future. A hauntingly intimate portrayal of love, regret, and the longing to choose differently.
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A Decision with No Last Name: A Poetic Inquiry into Growth by Choosing Otherwise
A poetic excavation of a single decision that splintered the mundane and cracked open the soul. In this surreal and emotionally rich piece, I (and perhaps you, too) confront the moment of choosing otherwise — and learn that growth is not linear, not kind, not clean… but inevitable.
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The Un-Place: A Perpetual Avoidance
The place I never want to visit? It isn’t marked on any map… a negative space carved out of the very fabric of being, a void where potential goes to curdle and dreams are embalmed in formaldehyde silence. But then, the silence would begin to press in. Not the comforting silence… This is a silence…
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Nibbled Edges of Infinity (A Rat’s Elegy for Shelved Time)
A rat visits my kitchen shelf each night—not for food, but for forgotten stories. This poem reflects on the passing of youth, the futility of denial, and the persistence of memory in the guise of a quiet intruder. As we stand on the threshold of a new phase, we ask: can we truly trap the…
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No One Taught the Moon How to Wait, But She Did Anyway
A poetic tapestry exploring the small, quiet acts of love and sacrifice woven by a family member. Told through shifting perspectives—it captures how grace often hides in the simplest gestures, and how those moments echo across time in unexpected ways.
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Metrography of a Flame: A Love Sketched in Suburban Reveries
In the subterranean theatre of metro rides and neon-washed intersections, love stumbles, surges, and flickers like a poem refusing punctuation. Metrography of a Flame is a daring descent into the chaos of longing—where Ravi and Shreya, two drifting planets, collide in a dance of silences, texts, and incandescent glances. This poetic experiment is a tribute…
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A Table Set for All: Ode to the Favorite That Never Was
When asked, “What is your favorite restaurant?” the answer unfolds not as a place, but as a journey — through memory, spice, hunger, and metaphysical menus. This poetic narrative blends an immersive experience that invites you to taste your past and question your cravings.
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Liturgy of Letting: (Letters written to the twilight
A surreal tapestry of emotions unfolds across various abstract realms. This piece dances between detachment and tenderness, chaos and calm — revealing the beauty of not-quite-letting-go.
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Ten Years Hence: An Avant-Garde Odyssey of Becoming
“Don’t ask me for a five-point plan. Ask me for the constellation in my left eye…” This sprawling, unconventional poem dismantles the rigid frame of future projections and replaces it with a dreamscape of self-questioning, odd metaphors, wild detours, and deeply human truth. Told in first person, it answers the cliched question “Where do you…
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K E N Y O : 154 Taboos in the Mouth of the Hills
In the Naga village of Khonoma, where the wind still remembers, a silent covenant of 154 taboos—Kenyo—guides every step, word, and intention. This unorthodox, avant-garde poetic journey delves into the unwritten laws that govern life without locks, politics without punishment, and morality without fear. A hymn of resistance, memory, and quiet strength from the hills…
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Beyond Expo 2025: Agoda’s Top Day Trip Escapes from Osaka
Enhance your visit to Expo 2025 Osaka with Agoda’s curated recommendations for five enriching day trips. Explore the historical charm of Nara, the modern tradition of Kobe, the innovation of Nagoya, the majestic Himeji Castle, and the spiritual beauty of Wakayama, all easily accessible from Osaka.
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Juxtaposition: My High School Lexicon Unfurling
This very long poem explores the profound lesson of “Juxtaposition” learned during my high school. It captures the constant interplay of my contrasting experiences and evolving perspectives that shaped my understanding of the world. The poem revolves around the central “Juxtaposition” word, revealing its enduring significance in personal growth and memory.
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Ines Di Santo Lights Up Barcelona Bridal Fashion Week with Highly Anticipated Debut
Renowned Canadian haute couture designer Ines Di Santo made a highly anticipated debut at Barcelona Bridal Fashion Week 2025. This article explores the excitement surrounding her first-ever show at the prestigious European event, where she unveiled her breathtaking 2026 bridal collection, further solidifying Barcelona’s position as a global epicenter for bridal fashion.
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The Battle of Love and Hate: A Slam Poetry Showdown
In this electrifying poetic duel, Love and Hate face off in a fierce battle of words, emotions, and ideologies. Love’s timeless, compassionate voice clashes with Hate’s raw, unapologetic force. Who will come out on top in this unforgettable spoken word confrontation? Dive into their passionate exchange and decide for yourself.
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Her Mind, His Mirror: A Symphony of Logic, Love, and Shared Thought
In a relationship built on intellect, her mind wasn’t just admired—it was understood, respected, and matched. A space where reason reigned, debates delighted, and emotional undercurrents were gently decoded through logic. Their love wasn’t loud—it was precise, deliberate, and deeply mutual.
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Grains of Time: The Erosion of Love and Habit
The clock ticks, not in seconds but in the slow erosion of stone, each moment wearing away the sharp edges of a life lived in familiarity. A steady, persistent rhythm of routine, arguments, and silences, where love lingers not with passion but with quiet endurance—a constant reminder of presence, even in absence.
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Fragments of Childhood: A Tapestry of Fleeting Moments
A collection of sensory memories—scents, sights, textures, and sounds—that evoke the essence of childhood. Each fragment, a shimmering thread woven into the fabric of innocence, wonder, and the timeless magic of growing up.
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Dagny’s Declaration: A Protagonist’s Critique of “Atlas Shrugged”
“Ms. Rand, the silence since the final page is a deafening roar. You left me, Dagny Taggart, in the wake of that decision, a solitary figure amidst the resurrected rails, and I find myself compelled to address you, the architect of my existence, the sculptor of my trials. You forged me in the fires of…
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The Bench of Whispers
In a quiet corner of Delhi, Elara sits on a familiar park bench, speaking softly to her late husband, Rohan. Through memories, reflections, and subtle grief, she weaves a poignant monologue that captures love, loss, and the delicate act of holding on—even when one must eventually let go.
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ISKCON Attapur Serves 1 Lakh Meals for Ramnavmi
ISKCON Attapur in Hyderabad will distribute 1 lakh nutritious meals over a week for Ramnavmi, embodying their dedication to Annadaan and Srila Prabhupada’s vision of a hunger-free community. Their ‘Food for Life’ initiative already serves 2,000 daily meals to the underprivileged.
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Peter Simon Brings Musical Comfort to Israel with Free Concert Tour in May 2025
Acclaimed American concert pianist and entertainer Peter Simon will tour Israel in May 2025, offering free performances across the country. With a belief in music’s healing power, Simon will also donate grand pianos to communities in need, including Katzrin and the devastated kibbutz of Nahal Oz. His tour aims to bring comfort and joy during…
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Epilepsy Awareness on Purple Day: Breaking the Silence
Manipal Hospital Sarjapur Road recently hosted an insightful health talk on Epilepsy and Stroke for Purple Day. Expert neurologists addressed the stigma surrounding epilepsy, explained seizures, discussed treatment advancements including rescue medications and surgery, and emphasized the importance of community awareness and support. Learn more about breaking the silence on epilepsy.
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Driftwood Echoes
The echoes linger. The silence persists. And yet, the heart beats on—scarred, but wiser. A story concludes not with forgetting, but with the grace of remembering, and the courage to begin again.
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My Favorite Olympic Sports to Watch
I absolutely love watching the Olympics! While there are so many great sports, my personal favorites include the incredible athleticism of gymnastics, the thrilling races in swimming, the raw power of track and field, the beautiful artistry of figure skating, and the fast-paced action of basketball.
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Sonali Bendre Behl’s “A Book of Books” Announced by HarperCollins
HarperCollins India is thrilled to announce the upcoming publication of “A Book of Books” by the beloved author Sonali Bendre Behl! This non-fiction paperback explores the joy and importance of reading, offering recommendations for all ages and interests. Pre-order your copy now for its release on April 23, 2025!
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Reimagining Our Community: Diverse Visions for a Better Tomorrow
Imagine pathways weaving through neglected spaces, not just as routes, but as opportunities for chance encounters. Picture benches blossoming unexpectedly, inviting conversations and rest. Envision vertical farms gracing rooftops, a symphony of crickets replacing traffic’s drone. This is the essence of community reimagined – a tapestry woven with shared dreams and actionable ideas. From fostering…
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Cartography of Longing: A Lexicon of the Unspoken
A shard of light. Not yet defined. A tremor in the air. Not quite a presence, not quite an absence. Something between shadow and form, a whisper of existence. A moment poised at the edge of articulation. The shimmer of a thought, waiting to be born. A pulse beneath stillness, barely perceptible. A disturbance in…
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Broken Harmonies: An Elegy for the Absurd
your fingers are matchsticks— you strike them against my spine, watching me burn for the sport of it, a pyromaniac of the soul, igniting my vulnerabilities. the embers glowed with a dangerous beauty, a fleeting warmth that always turned to ash. you said love was a song, but we only knew the screams, a discordant…
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Viscous Gel & Pixelated Ghosts: A Pandemic Adaptation
The air, once a lung-filling expanse, now curdled, a viscous gel clinging to the edges of breath. Did you notice the shift? The subtle molecular rearrangement of fear? I did. My skin, a porous membrane, registered the change first. A prickling unease, like phantom static from a disconnected world.” (Alternatively, a more fragmented excerpt): “Screen…
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A Guilt-Free Life: A Manifesto of Liberty
A guilt-free life is not a polished stone, smooth and unblemished. It is a feral thing—unshaved, untamed, unrepentant—rolling in the dirt of existence, teeth bared not in defense but in joy. This poetic manifesto dismantles the weight of regret and embraces the wild, unapologetic now.
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I Remember You for Every Good Reason
You are the ink that refuses to fade, the laughter that echoes longer than the joke itself. You are the flicker of a candle that never dies, a beacon through fog, unwavering and true.
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I Remember You for No Good Reason
You are the hum in the floorboards of a place that no longer exists, a blueprint the wind erased, a doorbell pressed by no one. Your voice is a shadow cast by a moth too small to matter. Why do you linger like dust in unopened books?
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