What if I never become more than I am now?
If I have buried myself too deep into the ground?

My promises of the future are just an empty vow
My dreams a flicker of life, that will never be found

I swear that I really gave life a shot, and I tried
But it seems like my lifeline got twisted and tied

So, when the silence falls, let me whisper my final wish
Allow me to admit out loud that I’m ready to quit

And just pray with me, that it will be quick

I am from a loneliness
That I no longer claim.
I am from a gift of God—
Call it luck if you want, the kind
Of luck that saves, and ever since that
Ripe-old age of one I say
I am from Colorado.

I am from a father that couldn’t stay.
I am from a mother who couldn’t.
But they are not important.
To miss them, they’d have to be real to me,
Not Goldilocks, not Cinderella, not Little Red Riding Hood—
Not a fairy tale.

No, the important part is this:
I am from two parents who went through hell and
Prayed to God that they could do better, and did.
I am from two parents who did their best,
But their best was not always good enough.
I am from two parents with worn-down, stomped-on hearts
And still they kept on beating.
And still they kept on beating.

Everything came down to this—
Everything came down to me.
But I am not a Lego flower built of blocks,
Generations of too-bright, too-wide, too-tight smiles
Meanwhile both hands in a bear trap.
No, I am a flower grown up from the dirt.
I am the blood rushing through me every time I put
Pen to paper.
I am stubborn softness, smart and stupid, everything and nothing.
I am what I longed to be and what I feared becoming.
I am an ocean, the deep blue fading to dark.
I am an open book written in code.

But I hope one day, dear God, I hope
That one day I’ll be brave.
One day I’ll stand on solid ground
And find a hill worth dying on.
I want a home with a willow tree,
A house built in the branches.
I want two kids to chase around, walls
Filled with laughter and messes and warmth.
And God, I want to hear my footsteps
On the floor of a courthouse, briefcase in hand.
I want to be something, I want to be someone
And heaven knows that is what I will be.

A mind like a mess, just a tangle of thoughts,
I am everything that I ever loved, lived, and lost.

As I see it
the sky above us
the dream below

Each possibility to begin
the infinite
searching the two rivers
that cross in the imagination
your mind builds the bridge in the dream
only later you know what it means

Let’s take a pledge Now,
To keep our land neat and clean.
Even our authorities truly know,
We also dream, grow, live green.

We proudly craft the nation’s fate,
With unity, courage so great.
Also guarding the Nature's age,
Not just attract by MNC's package.

Peace, Sustainability, and innovation's flame —
These will uplift Bharat’s Name.
We stand together, with voices pure,
And make our nation's future secure.

It’s Viksit Bharat’s flight,
Empowering all to shine bright.
our economy must rise at top,
But first, let corruption come to stop.
- Saish Itankar

Rise and fall.
Every word is like a thorn,
wounding and tearing me apart.
Like a knife scraping against skin.
The past, left in memory,
leaves my wounds bleeding.

I was lost in dreams of the future.
Now, everything is mixed up with the past,
and the colours of nostalgia warm my heart.
The regrets that come with them
feel almost justified.

I am neither Sartre nor Proust,
but I carry a part of Camus within me -
a strength that gets me through the tough times.
It gives me the will to change my fate.
And if we must give up hope,
For me, hope goes hand in hand with faith.