I am the reason this world keeps moving.
I don’t see the difference between rich and poor.
I don’t care if you are young or old.
Before me everyone stands equal.

I am the driving force behind industries
Agriculture, medicine, education, and pharma
All exist, somewhere, because of me.

I am the one who teaches you what life truly is.
For some, I’m not just a feeling
I am a destination.

Some will never know how I feel.
Some will never know the blessing of my absence.

Everyone earns to silence me,
Yet most end up learning to live with me.

One side of the world swallows pills to awaken me,
While the other side folds hands before God,
Begging for a cure to destroy me forever.
I can push you to achieve greatness.
I can drag you to the most painful death.

Be it happiness or sorrow,
Be it light or darkness,
Be it birth or death
I am the one that never leaves.

But I wear many faces.
Sometimes I am physical.
Sometimes I am emotional.

Call me by any name:
In Telugu - Aakali.
In Hindi  - Bhookh.
In Tamil  - Pasi.
In Bengali  - Khudha.
In Kannada - Hasivu.
In Malayalam - Vishappu.


Different tongues. Different words.
But the feeling I bring?
It lingers the same
In every heart,
In every home,
Across every corner of this world.

While some plates overflow,
Others lick their fingers.

Some throw food like trash,
While others would trade a lifetime for one meal.

Wars have been fought in my name.
Revolutions have been born from my ache.

I am not just an empty stomach.
I am history.
I am survival.
I am tragedy.


I am not your shadow,
But the weight you were born to carry
The silent war you’ll never win.

I am HUNGER.

Childhood
The first breath of life.
A memory stitched into every soul.

For some, it is filled with laughter and dreams,
For others, a daily search for food.
Some chase education with shining eyes,
While others fight silent battles just to stay alive.

One day, I looked up at the sky and asked,
"If the beginning itself is so heavy,
how are we supposed to survive the rest?"

Life smiled gently and whispered:
"The beginning is always hard.
But remember, we are all blessed with two childhoods—
One at the start of life,
And one near its end.

The first is not ours to choose,
But the second... the second is a gift we shape ourselves.


The more weight you carry now,
The lighter your soul will be later.
The more you burn in struggles today,
The brighter you will shine tomorrow.
The more you break early on,
The stronger and sharper you will stand in the end.

Pain is not the end of your story;
It is the beginning of your masterpiece."

Hearing this,
I wiped my silent tears.
I no longer asked why.
I began to work quietly,
Planting seeds of hope,
Watering them with patience.

I chose to shape my second childhood
Not with fear, not with regret,
But with dreams larger than my fears,
And with a heart ready to bloom.


Because in the end,
It is not how life begins that defines us,
But how we choose to finish
With peace, pride, and a story worth remembering

I stand on one side of a line carved by time and you… you remain at the other.

Two souls destined to collide,but sentenced to drift apart.

You left the introduction of a human being just as an introduction….but I am reating a wound that was never supposed to exist, a wound not caused by words, but by absence.

Do you know?

Just because I haven’t healed from the past, I’m missing so much of the present.

I smile with my lips,but I bleed with my silence.

Do you know?

For a line that doesn’t exist in my palm,this very hand has written countless poetries….each one a failed attempt to erase you, but only engraving you deeper.

Do you know???

I am trapped between a forgotten boonfrom some distant past life and the curse of being forbidden from touching that gift in this one.

It’s like the universe gifted me heaven and then locked the door before I could enter.

Now the world keeps questioning me

Did those memories even exist?

But how could they know?

How can I tell them?

Your memories flow through the blood in my veins

Each heartbeat echoing the syllables of your name.

Your voice has become the rhythm of my existence.

Your picture….it will be the last thing my eyes will see before they close forever.

Your breath….it will dissolve into the air with the last breath I release.

No one knows…

You are the god in the temple I built inside my shattered heart.

You are the silent prayer behind every tear I hide.

You are the reason I survive days I don’t want to wake up to.

You are the soul moving this lifeless body.

If there’s any destination that could drag me away from you, it’s nothing but a six-foot grave.

But still…..I am trapped between two brutal truths

One pulling me toward the end of this life and the other is your memories that were promising to haunt me even beyond death.

I’m living a life between surviving and surrendering between forgetting you and becoming you.

I’ve decided

I will become you

Not as a choice, but as a consequence of love that refused to fade.

Because loving you wasn’t just a chapter of my life,it was the entire story.

If there’s no space left for me in this world as me, then let me dissolve into you.

If life won’t let me stand beside you..

I will rise as you.

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.