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9h · 16
Try Again
You got a dream,
A spark inside you.
Your eyes got that gleam,
A passion inside you.

Each step is fuel,
The energy inside you.
Hard work’s a tool,
The patience inside you.

The dreams and the desire,
A hope inside you.
Turn the spark into a roaring fire —
You’re one of the few.

Life is full of pain,
The strength inside you.
Try again,
And make your dream come true.
21h · 67
Fading Away
Time flies by,
Everything fades away,
Like a candle burning out,
Watching it decay.
Chasing the light,
Losing the day.
Life and dreams
Fading away.
Everything will eventually fade away like a candle slowly burning out. Its inevitable. So its important to enjoy every second and minute of our life. We always think about our future(chasing the light) and lose our day(present).
1d · 37
Sunrise Unseen
A sunrise that no one watches.
Unseen. Unappreciated. Neglected — it dispatches,
From the horizon, looking up at the sky,
Only to see the moon approaching by.
This poem reflects the quiet moments of beauty and hope that often go unnoticed — like a sunrise that no one watches.
1d · 68
Mirror
If a mirror could fall in love,
It would be you.
If a mirror could stare for hours,
It would stare at you.
If a mirror was to show something,
It would show the light reflected from you.
If that mirror had to introduce itself,
It would introduce you… to you.
More than a reflection — a mirror sees the light in you, just as someone in love sees beyond the surface.
1d · 49
Not Alone
Sitting like a stone,
Why have we grown?
The moon’s following you,
On the street, walking alone.
2d · 26
Muted
The clock that does not tick anymore,
The sea that does not soar anymore,
The joy that does not roar anymore—
My soul suddenly went silent;
The body does not feel anymore.
What would a mirror say if it could talk back?
You stare at me as if I only show your looks.
But I reflect the weight your eyes hold.
Cactus is spiky—yet thrives where most life can’t.
Snow is gorgeous, but warmth it lacks.
This poem explores the idea of self-reflection beyond physical appearance.
The mirror sees more than just the surface — it reflects the emotions and truths hidden in our eyes.
2d · 108
JOURNEY
Remembering the shadows
Staring at the footprints left behind,
All through the journey—
A heart filled with regrets,
And eyes pouring futility.

Can’t blame the seasons,
No use cursing the mirror.
Life’s been falling like a dried leaf,
And the mind is filled with chaos.

Still, there’s a calmness in the silence,
And regrets hold a deeper meaning.
Fallen leaves enrich the soil—
Where new life begins.

— The End —