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A deep breath is enough to picture him
In rain, when i hold memories w a tight grip
he's more like, the rain...when i drench
&my eyes held a longing no words could quench
i whispered, where you are>?
so, maybe, wind replied to heal my scar
Of love, longing, loss, or was it a lie.
and here,.. the rain becomes the echoed goodbye....
Just Peace


To defend, ye called
Thy dreams stalled

Tis world's new order
Slaved citizens in their own border

Machinery of war watched with awe
Enticing the brave to grave

Cost of war doth the hungry feed
It just waters enmitys seed

Peace on earth people at peace
May all wars in tis world cease

Pavin
I never understood life.

Well, who cares –

Life never understood me either.
33
Look at you now.
You are a big man.

Throw your sorrows—
watch them drown in Mumbai’s rains.

You are enough for me.
I need you to know.

Yes, it will be a small house,
but it will be ours.

Choose me.
For once in your life,
realize the depth of my commitment—
it’s as deep as the ocean we sat by.

I don’t want you to close your eyes.
There is a lot to see:
the clouds,
the sun,
the moon,
and the stars that hold my every thought.

It’s clear now.
I did my best,
wrote a letter,
and watched it burn.

You are thirty-three now.
You’ve got this.
Heart breaks
Lonely, without a sound.
Not heard,
Only felt.

Days drift alone,
No conversation
To carry the hours.
Phone: silent.
No name lights the screen.
No voice checks in.

Walks empty.
Hands open.
Voice still,
Directed elsewhere.
Even the echoes
Have grown tired of me.

Doors stay locked.
A lifeless home.
One light remains
A lonely shadow
Flickering on the wall,
Moving only when I do.

The coffee brews for one.
The bed sleeps cold on one side.
Laughter is memory,
Tucked in the corners
Like dust I never clean.

Time doesn’t pass here
It settles.
It lingers
Like smoke
In a room without windows.

I talk to no one.
I answer to silence.
I smile at strangers
Who never look back.

And still,
I wait,
For footsteps
That never fall,
For a knock
That never comes.
Like a baby bird I fall off a tree,
Will no one come rescue me?

Was it too early to jump?
Should I jump at all?
Knowing I can fly,
isn’t worth the fall.

And so forget about the clouds,
And the land that isn’t your tree.
Hear the world be mad loud.
But your nest never leave.

Oh! What words of a coward!
Who dares speak?
I’ve fallen but I won’t retreat.
I see where I want to be,
That future belongs to me.
In shadows deep, where sorrows lie,
The cuts we bear, they teach us why.
With every tear, a tale unfolds,
Of strength reborn and hearts turned bold.
Through laughter’s light, and whispers low,
We mend the wounds the world bestows.
Each bandage wrapped with care and grace,
Transforms our scars, reveals our face.
So cast aside the weight of rue,
For every hurt has crafted you.
Embrace the past, let shadows fade,
In every cut, our spirit's made.
The manner in which we respond to trials and tribulations shapes our patterns of behavior and our general attitude and perspective on life.
I wake,
but I don’t arrive.

I brush my teeth,
scroll my phone,
drink my thoughts
with lukewarm tea.

The clock ticks,
not like a heartbeat
but like a metronome
keeping time
for a song I no longer sing.

I answer emails,
nod in meetings,
smile where it fits.
I am present,
but not here.
Every day feels
like a copy
of a copy
of a dream I once had.

I miss surprises.
I miss meaning.
I miss the version of me
that thought this would feel
like living.

But I keep going.
One task. One sigh.
One “maybe tomorrow
I’ll feel something.”

Because even machines
need maintenance.
And I
am still
trying
to stay alive.
THE WORLD BEHIND CLOSED DOORS

Can someone tell me how to get out of this predicament?
The old sit in sorrow, the young drown in tears.
When will we all come back together—
In harmony?
So we are not left in disdain after years.

Staying indoors all day long,
Growing weary as the hours drag on.
Thinking about the work of the previous day,
Wondering what tomorrow may hold.

Thinking about the mysteries of life,
Staying in to save one’s life.
Living in distress and agony,
Struggling for a living, to overcome the pain.

Can someone tell me how to get out of this agony?
The poor are lonely, the rich are worrying.
When will we all come back together—
In harmony?
So we do not find ourselves in eternal suffering.

~ Quinn ✍️💖
I can see the angels moving side by side,
Following the movement of the cloudy heavens,
Moving endlessly to the voice of the Almighty.

With their garments as white as snow
And their wings moving to the resounding heavens,
With beautiful smiles on their faces.

— Quinn ✍️💖
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