I don’t know what it meant.
Tried each and every timeline,
Still, time slows down—each and every time.

I want to relive those memories,
Even if it was the last time I smiled.
Even if everyone betrayed me,
Spoke to me with harsh, bitter thorns.

I just want to relive this dream again and again,
Even if it doesn’t mean anything,
Even if I don’t know myself what it means.

And they look back
At how bitter I was,
How much of a curse I was.
And yet they never looked into
The curses in their own hearts,
The hatred in their own souls.

How could they let themselves decide my death?
How could I not stop them from killing me?

They thought I was a monster, a curse—
And yet in another timeline,
Decades after,
People cherished my bravery,
For dying for the good.

What kind of betrayal is this?

For I just wanted
A life,
A smile,
A slowed time...

But was seen as a curse to the world,
A tragic death.

I accepted the lies they fed me—
Believed I was a monster.

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Sophia n

We are not born with fire—
we choose it.
In the silence of doubt,
in the ache of waking pain,
we reach for a flame
that doesn’t burn,
but builds.

Some of us burn
not to destroy,
but to light paths
no one dared walk before.
We carve names into time
with trembling hands
and unwavering hearts.

Creation is not in limbs,
but in vision.
In the breath that shapes words,
in the mind that dares to dream
even as the body folds.

But even fire,
no matter how bright,
must one day soften
into ember.
Even warriors
deserve a gentle sunset.

So when peace calls your name—
when stillness becomes the goal,
not the obstacle—
may you rest with pride,
not regret.

For the world remembers
those who chose to live
with courage,
to create in the dark,
to love in the storm.

And to my friend,
who walks with wisdom and weight,
know this:

You are not fading.
You are finishing—
and every step leaves warmth behind.

Sometimes,
I wake up to the sound of shattering
Dreams—not anyone's but mine,
And I don't even know why?
It's 3AM now,
And I can't sleep,
Why is it so tough to just breathe?

To breathe for an hour,
And I want that shine,
Even if it isn't mine,
Yet I can't reach.

It's not like I don't want to,
It's more like I can't do,
My skills, capabilities are weak,
Or you could also say that,
I'm weak.

The days feel heavy,
And the process is hard,
To maintain week by week,
Still I want to reach.

But to reach,
I need to breathe,
Not just for an hour,
But for a forever.

And sometimes,
This is the reality,
In which you have to breathe,
Not for a day,
Not for a week,
But for the homies,
Still, I want it to be—
a dream...
A shattering dream.

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.

Freedom

One word to say, so easy to sound,
A word so simple, yet so profound.
Is it the right to go anywhere?
Or the wisdom to know where we’re needed?
Is it the right to do anything we wish?
Or the strength to do what must be done?
Want—four letters, a fleeting desire.
Need—four letters, a guiding fire.
Both seem the same, both quick to say,
Yet one fades, while the other stays.
Why does need always prevail?
Why does want so often fail?
Why does necessity hold the throne,while desire stands alone?
Perhaps freedom is not just a choice,
But the courage to listen to life’s voice.
Not just the right to chase our dreams,
But the wisdom to know what truly redeems.
True freedom is not in doing it all,
But in knowing when to rise and when to fall.

Smile, smile , smile hey human,
Not just because the world expects it .


Smile because,
Your soul needs it ,
Your heart needs it ,
Your mind needs it,
Your victory needs  it ,
Your dreams need it,
Your love needs it,
Your courage needs it ,
Your strength needs it ,
Your journey needs it ,
Your fears need it ,
Your tears need it ,
Your healings need it ,
Your failures need it.


Hey human, don't  let your precious smile fade.
Smile, smile , smile, hey human,
Because your happiness lies  within you.