I wish I could be your watch - gently clasped around your wrist, feeling every heartbeat, every silent rhythm that sings the story of your soul.

I wish I could be the path beneath your feet - softly shielding your feet from every thorn,  steadying your steps through every storm, just to make your journey gentler.

I wish I could be your Diary - holding close the words you never say, treasuring your unspoken thoughts like delicate whispers of the soul cherished in silence, wrapped in love.

I wish I could be your pen - translating your emotions into words, sketching your silence into beauty.

I wish I could be your smile - lighting up your face like the first golden rays of dawn, warming even the coldest and loneliest corners of your world.

I wish I could be your tears - born from your sorrow, falling gently to ease the weight of your heart, sharing your pain so you never have to carry it alone.

I wish I could be the breeze that wraps softly around you - soothing every worry, brushing away your worries with invisible hands.

I wish I could be the doll in your room - watching over you in the quiet darkness, finding endless peace just by being near you.

Maybe this lifetime kept me away from you.
Our souls are out of reach, tangled in fate’s cruel weave.
But in the next life, I will return - one of these silent fragments of your world, your comfort, your unseen shadow.
Because some bonds run deeper than time and space.

When that moment finally arrives,
I won’t hesitate.
I will find you in every breath, every heartbeat, every whisper of the wind.
And I will be completely yours - no doubts, no distance, no goodbyes.

For us love is..
It is the quiet promise beneath the stars.
The gentle pull of destiny’s thread.
The fire that burns softly.

No matter where life leads us.
No matter how many lifetimes pass.
My heart, without pause or will always find its way back to you… and choose you, again and again.

Where is the dream that once reached for the sky?
Where is the dream that soared like a bird, fearless and high?
Where is the dream that dove deep like a fish, exploring the ocean with wonder and wish?

Where is the dream that drifted like clouds,far from the noise, away from the crowds?
Where is the dream that smelled like a flower, spreading joy with its quiet power?


Where is the dream that closed its eyes,in a mother’s lap, beneath bedtime tunes?
Where is the dream that looked to the stars,hoping to reach where the heavens are?
Where is the dream that painted the sky in colors of hope, rising so high?


These dreams were born and grew with the years, nurtured by laughter, watered by tears.
But somewhere along the winding road,
They fell shattered in silence, carrying the load.

Was it growing up that made them fade?
Or the heavy weight of promises made?
Was it the burden of duty, quiet and unnamed?
Or the flood of emotions, too wild to be tamed?


Now I ask in the hush of the night,
Did these dreams ever truly take flight?
Or were they only a part of me
A beautiful illusion, longing to be free?

Yet deep inside, a soft voice says,
"The dream is not gone, it’s just lost in the haze."
Maybe it waits for a kinder day,
To rise again and find its way.

So I will search with an open heart,
To find that dream and make a new start.
Because dreams don’t die they simply sleep,
In the corners of our soul, buried deep.

On the land of discipline, we made fun by breaking barriers one by one.
We gathered for fests, not for lectures.
Still passed exams -  future protectors!

Wandering canteens with zero shame.
Assignments done on the deadline’s name.
Where 5G slows and signals fall, friendship's network stood tall for all.


GeeksForGeeks is our holy book ,A prof’s rare smile? The ultimate prize.
We chit-chatted in loops,
Nested fights sparked by "you’re not right!"

Projects bought from nearby stores,yet real ideas came from our mental cores.
Even as records laughed in our face,we printed outputs with silent grace.


Now in a world where ChatGPT thrives,our bond stays real.
No AI can match what we define , A friendship that's purely tech-divine.


Debugging life, line by line CSE hearts forever in sync.

With your presence stitched into my soul,
I quarrel with myself each day.
Pleading with my heart to let you go,
While your memories stand guard.
Unwilling to release even a thread of you.

Every breath is a burden.
A silent ache beneath my ribs.
Because your thoughts linger like perfume in the air.
Refusing to fade, refusing to forgive.

Somewhere along the way,my heartbeat forgot its own rhythm and d learned only the gentle thud.
That whispers your name in every pulse.
You’ve etched yourself across my being like lifelines on my palm that fate itself respects.
Like words on my forehead only destiny can read.
Like a song lodged in my throat that even silence dares not interrupt.

Your voice still lives in my ears,
Building echoes from the void,
Haunting every quiet room I enter,
Tugging at my focus like a child lost in a crowd.
I once believed you dissolved into me,
Like salt in water
So I can evaporate myself to run away from you.
But now, I see…
You were like water in milk
undetectable, inseparable.
Even in your absence, the breathe you exhale is bringing your presence.
In this silence of autumn your laughter blooms like an echo of spring.


You still live inside me but by holding onto you, I’ve lost parts of who I was.
Now, even my breathing…
Feels like something you left behind,
Like I only breathe because your memory wants me to.

Where is the side of me that faked tears but never a smile?
Where is the side of me that lied about having a fever instead of hiding it?
Where is the side of me that poured out every problem instead of carrying them alone?
Where is the side of me that blamed home food instead of craving it?
Where is the side of me that spoke without fear instead of swallowing my words?
Where is the side of me that fought instead of walking away in silence?
Where is the side of me that ran into crowds instead of seeking solitude?
Where is the side of me that answered endless questions instead of questioning my own existence?
Where is the side of me that cried over the smallest things instead of smiling through the pain?


Somewhere along the way, I lost that childhood.
Somewhere, I let its innocence slip through my fingers.
Somewhere, I turned my dreams to ashes and let the Ganga carry them away.
Somewhere, I buried my laughter beneath the weight of expectations.
Somewhere, carefree days turned into sleepless nights.
Somewhere, age and responsibility silenced the child within.
A carefree childhood faded,and a responsible adulthood took its place.
Yet, in the quiet corners of my heart ,that child still knocks, still whispers, still waits...

Hoping, one day, I will open the door again.

But how can I tell that the door will never open again?
How can I tell that the path has closed
forever?
How can I tell that it all came to an end long ago?

I thought our love was an endless journey – But no one told me it’s a map etched in pain.

I traced our love like a river – But always flowing away from me.

You were my Himalayas – Breathtakingly beautiful but out of my reach.

When I wandered through deserts of loneliness, you offered yourself as an oasis

You are a brief pause in the storm.

You are a mirage I believed in.

But when you left me.....

I collapsed like a glacier.

Quietly, slowly.

Nothing of me left.

But your reflections in melting waters still echoes.

I studied the geography of us

The fault lines.

The elevation.

The distance.

I cried....

Not because you left me

But because I finally understood,

Some places are never meant to meet,

Some loves are parallel lines,

Always close,but never touching.

Now, the only thing that helps me survive is your memory

But even that feels like a mountain I carry while walking on sinking sand.

The mind whispers,walk the path of dharma,like Arjuna, with his bow drawn tight.

The heart replies, let me offer love into it,like Meera, singing to her Krishna through the night.

Situations whirl around me.

Like the churning of the cosmic ocean—Samudra Manthan

Where every choice pulls like devas and asuras

Tugging between what’s right… and what’s desired.

But my soul, ancient and still,speaks in the voice of Vishnu, resting upon Ananta.

Soft, eternal, and unshaken

Do what is necessary

Time moves—like Shiva in his Tandava

Moments rise and fall

Karma spins its golden wheel.

In the center of it all

Like a flickering diya in the wind

Like Draupadi with folded hands

I stood… still.

Not knowing what’s right and what’s desired.

Until something touched me

Not a voice, not a word,but a divine light

Like the jyoti of Arunachala.

The kind of light Yashoda must’ve See when she looked into Krishna’s mouth and saw the universe.

It said:

When your heart and mind stop their war and start walking together,like Lakshmi beside Vishnu grace flows into action.

Miracles don’t just visit…They begin to live in you.

When your soul accepts the leela,when it bends with the time,even suffering becomes prasad.

Even poison, like Neelakantha’s, becomes a sacred strength.

So I bow

Not in surrender,but in sacred acceptance.

I do not run after answers.

I do not ask the winds to calm.

I walk the sacred thread—that unseen sutra,woven by Saraswati’s wisdom and Sita’s silence.

That ties duty to devotion.

Lets love carry its weight.

With no need for reward.