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Sometimes I become so stubborn, that I question— from which essence was I born? Sometimes I feel too grand, that I question— who placed my small feet on this land? Sometimes I think I know everything, that I question— who gave me all these things? At the end of the day, when no one stays, I become so alone, that I question— “Why do You stay, even when I do not stay easy, yet offer You only a throne?” Those eyes smile at me, pat my head, and say… “We are here always, even when all things are gone.”

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Jan 5

Jan 5, 2026 at 8:14 AM UTC

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Sometimes I become so stubborn, that I question— from which essence was I born? Sometimes I feel too grand, that I question— who placed my small feet on this land? Sometimes I think I know everything, that I question— who gave me all these things? At the end of the day, when no one stays, I become so alone, that I question— “Why do You stay, even when I do not stay easy, yet offer You only a throne?” Those eyes smile at me, pat my head, and say… “We are here always, even when all things are gone.”

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The New Year, a new start… new hopes, tied in marvelous life-ropes. Lessons carried from last year, we step ahead and make a vow— to grow, to try, to believe. Let us pray with God, me and you, hand in hand with hope. Happy New Year to all.

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Jan 1

Jan 1, 2026 at 1:16 PM UTC

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"Welcome"

The New Year, a new start… new hopes, tied in marvelous life-ropes. Lessons carried from last year, we step ahead and make a vow— to grow, to try, to believe. Let us pray with God, me and you, hand in hand with hope. Happy New Year to all.

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In the darkness of the world, Where hope seeks shelter to survive, I found you— The one who holds me, The one who puts your hand in mine, And helps me navigate the darkest roads. When things get blurred, You still see me. No matter what they say, You stay— Until the end of time.

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Dec 26, 2025

Dec 26, 2025 at 1:17 PM UTC

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"In the Darkness"

In the darkness of the world, Where hope seeks shelter to survive, I found you— The one who holds me, The one who puts your hand in mine, And helps me navigate the darkest roads. When things get blurred, You still see me. No matter what they say, You stay— Until the end of time.

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How do I recite… That journey of ours— Those three beautiful hours. Worlds around me fade When you come close, It feels like heaven steps on earth. I wonder, Who am I, really— In the hush of clouds And under the stare of stars, We meet each other from afar. Time flows with a scent, Asking me one question: “Who is she, gentleman?” I remain unanswered, confused— Unanswered because I am confused By the feelings that awaken in me When she is near, In that soothing atmosphere of ours. So— How do I recite That journey of ours, Those three beautiful hours?

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Dec 26, 2025

Dec 26, 2025 at 2:32 AM UTC

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"Those Three hours"

How do I recite… That journey of ours— Those three beautiful hours. Worlds around me fade When you come close, It feels like heaven steps on earth. I wonder, Who am I, really— In the hush of clouds And under the stare of stars, We meet each other from afar. Time flows with a scent, Asking me one question: “Who is she, gentleman?” I remain unanswered, confused— Unanswered because I am confused By the feelings that awaken in me When she is near, In that soothing atmosphere of ours. So— How do I recite That journey of ours, Those three beautiful hours?

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In the dark-dim light, where fear itself is terrified. I am sitting all alone— the crisp silence whispers in my ear… “Hey, what happened, dear?” How do I explain to him— my boon turned to noon, yet no one comes here to hear. I am sitting all alone— when silence tickles my ear and asks me… “Hey, what happened, dear?”

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Dec 20, 2025

Dec 20, 2025 at 8:27 AM UTC

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"ALONE"

In the dark-dim light, where fear itself is terrified. I am sitting all alone— the crisp silence whispers in my ear… “Hey, what happened, dear?” How do I explain to him— my boon turned to noon, yet no one comes here to hear. I am sitting all alone— when silence tickles my ear and asks me… “Hey, what happened, dear?”

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How do I describe her? When I start talking about her, I run out of words. The world around me fades, becoming a blur. Her long hair floating in the wind— makes the wind itself wonder what this thing is. Her dark, deep, bold eyes, beneath which my heart lies buried. Her smile— stealing shine from the sun, and she herself becomes a shrine if she stands in one. Tell me one thing now… how do I describe her?

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Dec 16, 2025

Dec 16, 2025 at 9:00 AM UTC

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"HELPLESSNESS"

How do I describe her? When I start talking about her, I run out of words. The world around me fades, becoming a blur. Her long hair floating in the wind— makes the wind itself wonder what this thing is. Her dark, deep, bold eyes, beneath which my heart lies buried. Her smile— stealing shine from the sun, and she herself becomes a shrine if she stands in one. Tell me one thing now… how do I describe her?

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I’ve recently taken a small step in my writing journey and published my first poetry book. It’s something I’ve built slowly—poem by poem, feeling by feeling—and I wanted to share it with the readers who’ve supported my words here. If you’d like to look at it, I’d be very grateful. And if you do read it, please tell me how it feels to you—your honest thoughts will truly help me grow as a poet. https://www.bribooks.com/bookstore/pen-and-paper-by-kushagra-bhardwaj

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Dec 8, 2025

Dec 8, 2025 at 11:45 AM UTC

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My First Poetry Book — A Small Request

I’ve recently taken a small step in my writing journey and published my first poetry book. It’s something I’ve built slowly—poem by poem, feeling by feeling—and I wanted to share it with the readers who’ve supported my words here. If you’d like to look at it, I’d be very grateful. And if you do read it, please tell me how it feels to you—your honest thoughts will truly help me grow as a poet. https://www.bribooks.com/bookstore/pen-and-paper-by-kushagra-bhardwaj

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I see you somewhere… maybe in my heart… Oh— that’s you, speaking softly in my dream… saying, “I’m here… breathe now… don’t scream.” You hold my hand, and suddenly I feel free— free from everything that tries to bind me. You arrive like mist… and then you fade, and I’m left still asking— what is this shade? Maybe someday, we cross paths somewhere… But until then— remember this… I see you… somewhere.

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Dec 7, 2025

Dec 7, 2025 at 2:28 AM UTC

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"MIST"

I see you somewhere… maybe in my heart… Oh— that’s you, speaking softly in my dream… saying, “I’m here… breathe now… don’t scream.” You hold my hand, and suddenly I feel free— free from everything that tries to bind me. You arrive like mist… and then you fade, and I’m left still asking— what is this shade? Maybe someday, we cross paths somewhere… But until then— remember this… I see you… somewhere.

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Oh Sleep, let come to princess eyes— Soft, tidy, and so wide. Shimmer your brightness— Oh, so Like stars that twinkle beneath skies. Let vow; whisper in her dreams— Like a gentle; flowing stream--- AND--- light her life with--- Melody tides. Oh Sleep, let come to princess eyes.....

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Dec 3, 2025

Dec 3, 2025 at 10:24 AM UTC

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"Whisper"

Oh Sleep, let come to princess eyes— Soft, tidy, and so wide. Shimmer your brightness— Oh, so Like stars that twinkle beneath skies. Let vow; whisper in her dreams— Like a gentle; flowing stream--- AND--- light her life with--- Melody tides. Oh Sleep, let come to princess eyes.....

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Her presence Is my safe haven; No matter what happens— She cherishes my day, even If the skies Turn raven. Her smile Is so warm— I am so lucky To have her, Holding my hand Through silent storms. No matter who leaves Or who stays, She's always there To guide my way. She cares for me Even when no one else is there. Every word I write Is a tribute to her essence, For I am safe In her presence.

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Nov 30, 2025

Nov 30, 2025 at 1:42 AM UTC

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"Bond"

Her presence Is my safe haven; No matter what happens— She cherishes my day, even If the skies Turn raven. Her smile Is so warm— I am so lucky To have her, Holding my hand Through silent storms. No matter who leaves Or who stays, She's always there To guide my way. She cares for me Even when no one else is there. Every word I write Is a tribute to her essence, For I am safe In her presence.

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