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“The Best Days I Left Behind”

I traveled long through the silent night,

To reach the town that held my light.

He'd wait for me, through dusk and dawn,

At the station, love fully drawn.

A warm embrace, no words, just feel,

A moment where the world would heal.

Backseat of his bike, wind in my hair,

Or front seat of the car, no worry, no care.

He’d smile and say, “Let’s have some tea,”

For he knew how much it meant to me.

The clink of cups, the warmth, the steam,

The start of love, like a quiet dream.

We'd check into that sacred space,

Where missing melted into warm embrace.

We held, we laughed, we kissed, we stayed,

In love’s soft sheets, where time delayed.

He noticed all — my moods, my sighs,

From tangled hair to sleepy eyes.

In just two days, we’d live a year,

With dosa feasts and temples near.

Late night teas and morning rays,

Our love danced in those fleeting days.

But now that road is lost and still,

No more hugs, no loving will.

No more calls or longing eyes,

No more stars in shared skies.

The hands that once would hold so tight,

Now echo in my dreams at night.

Things changed, a full circle spun,

From everything to none, undone.

Only memories now gently stay,

Of the best days that slipped away.

If only I could turn back time,

Rewind the song, relive the rhyme.

But love, it seems, has left the stage—

Just pages now, from another age.

Still, I carry them in silent grace,

The smiles, the tears, that once took place.

For some love lives in memories' light,

Forever glowing in the night.

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You were the unseen blade that cut me deep—yet I am also the tender balm I apply alone. My soul bleeds in your absence, yet I mend each wound with dawn’s quiet grace.

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The Facebook Man"

How is he always online,

Posting pictures all the time?

Same old things, day and night—

Doesn't he ever feel it’s not right?

Doesn’t he get bored of this?

The likes, the comments, the fake bliss?

Always showing off his chair,

Like that’s all he has to share.

It’s just the office, just his face,

Trying hard to win some praise.

But behind that screen so bright,

Something doesn’t feel quite right.

He’s becoming just a name,

In a world that’s all the same.

A fake profile, a fake smile—

Pity, he’s lost his truth awhile.

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वो नीरव निगाहें

वो नीरव निगाहें जब मुझसे टकराती हैं,

जैसे रेत पर उभरे जज़्बात की परछाइयाँ।

हवाओं में घुली उनकी खुशबू जुबाँ पर लहराती है,

इजहार सी कर जाती है—

“कहूं क्या, पूछूँ क्या, तनहा दिल की दास्ताँ?”

पर स्मृतियों का नीम अँधेरा भी वरदहस्त बाँधे खड़ा,

जब उसने आवाज़ के तार चीरकर,

मेरे भीतर की सन्नाटों को मुस्कुराहट बना दिया।

वो अनकहे अल्फाज़,

वो सूनी बुरफ़ जैसी पलकें,

जब ख़बर-ए-उसकी टूटकर,

मेरे दिल की नाजुक दीवार पर बरस आईं।

उन रातों की खुमार में,

जब पलकों के पार दर्द सोया था,

और दवाओं में छुपे ख्वाब बिखर गए थे—

वहीं गुम हो गई थी मेरी पहचान,

वहीं दब गई थी हर आस।

अब न चाहूँ उस मोड़ पर लौटना,

जहाँ आँखों से बहते ज़ख्म अँधेरे बना लेंगे।

बस ठहर जाओ, ओ ज़माना,

थाम लो मुझको इन झकझोरों से,

कि मैं फिर से सीख लूँ—

सादा संगीत में साँस लेनी की कला।

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"New Journey"

Few begin anew, with bright skies above,

While I stand still, holding shadows of love.

I wait in silence, aching and torn,

For a touch, a voice, now forever gone.

I know it’s a dream, a myth I weave,

He won’t return, I must believe.

The world has turned, and so must I,

Though his mirror walks where I pass by.

Each morning breaks, I feel the crack,

But I gather myself, no looking back.

He’s moved ahead, a path so wide—

Then why shouldn’t I walk with pride?

It’s not easy, I won’t pretend,

But broken hearts too, slowly mend.

Calm and strong, I’ll rise each day,

With a smile that keeps the tears at bay.

My face may show what I’ve been through,

But this time, sadness won’t peek through.

A quiet power, a gentle grace—

This is my time, my own new place.

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Infinity, Then Silence

He gave me a gift—

an infinity bound in silver and shine,

whispered love like it would never unwind.

And just like that,

he vanished—

like morning mist swallowed by sun.

I called into echoes,

texted the wind,

chased shadows

that no longer begin.

Why is love like this—

so full, so fierce, then gone?

A sudden emptiness

where forever once shone.

On the bus to nowhere,

my tears ride the window pane.

Each song bleeds his memory—

a heart stitched with pain.

The silence speaks louder

than all his words ever did.

He, a magician;

I, just a puppet he hid.

I cannot forget—

he haunts my dawn and dusk.

Every breath, every blink

holds the scent of his musk.

They say we forget those

we no longer miss—

But I remember

every stolen kiss.

Tools

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The Face I Cannot Forget

I gave him all—

My time, my heart, my soul,

Mental strength,

Physical care,

Even the money I barely had to spare.

He called himself a healer,

But became my deepest wound,

A presence once warm,

Now a shadow that consumes.

I tried to forget him—

Buried myself in work,

Lost in files and meetings,

Wishing pain would shirk.

Then fate played its cruelest card:

A transfer, a new start—

But there he was, again,

His face… or at least a part.

Not him, but like him—

The same eyes, same stare.

A mirror of memories

I was too tired to bear.

Each glance reminds me

Of promises broken,

Of nights I wept

And words unspoken.

How do you forget someone

Whose echo walks the halls?

Whose ghost wears another’s face

And watches as your courage falls?

It feels like a film—

A scene too cruel to write,

Where healing is a distance

Blurred by daily sight.

Oh God, why this test?

Why this face in my fate?

I asked for peace,

But you gave me a gate—

Back into the storm

I begged to leave behind.

Now I fight, not to forget,

But to reclaim my mind.

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"Be Wary of the Masked"

Be wary of the smiles that lie,

Of voices sweet that soon run dry.

I gave my trust with open hand,

But saw it stolen, like the sand.

So many faces, false and fair,

With empty hearts and hollow care.

That city's crowd—so well-disguised,

Their truths are shadows, sweetly lies.

Especially him—behind the charm,

He held deceit within his arm.

Never again will I believe

In words that promise, yet deceive.

Yet in this world so cold, unkind,

One diamond soul I still can find.

Among the glass, they brightly gleam—

A rare, unbreaking, silent dream.

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I gave him everything.

Heart wide open, arms stretched in trust—

I thought he’d stay forever,

Not as a lover, but as my good friend,

My Healer.

That’s what he called himself—

My Healer.

And for a while,

I believed.

But time, like truth, reveals.

The warmth faded, the light dimmed,

And slowly,

The Healer turned toxic.

Before the end,

He placed in my hand a pendant—

Infinity love, he said.

A cruel symbol,

For a love that had an expiration date.

Then the silence grew louder.

No more calls,

No more reels,

No more messages.

He disappeared,

Like a shadow at dawn.

Is this what love is?

Is this what healing looks like?

Or was I just a chapter

In his story of convenience?

I gave him everything—

Emotional, physical, financial.

And it broke me.

It took time,

Tears,

And the long ache of lonely nights

To crawl out of the trauma.

But even now,

Little things bring him back—

A song, a phrase, a memory

Sharpened by betrayal.

Men—

They take.

They use.

They vanish.

Thank you for showing me

Once again,

That trust should never be given

To hands that only know

How to take.

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In troubled times, I held my pride with grace,

Never tossed coins just to earn a place.

Though bitten, I know the cure I need,

For the snakes I raised wore my own sleeve.

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I lost at 40

I lost a lot of relationships shortly after I turned 40.

I used to wonder why.

💭 Maybe because I stopped tolerating disrespect in any form?

💭 Maybe I finally started enforcing my boundaries, even if it made others uncomfortable?

💭 Maybe I realized being a people pleaser was draining me long before I even noticed?

Turning 40 wasn’t just about age — it was a shift in mindset.

Letting go of toxic ties wasn’t easy.

It took courage, clarity, and a lot of uncomfortable honesty.

But with every goodbye, I got closer to peace.

And that’s when you truly see who stands with you — not out of habit, but out of respect.