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

Where does peace go when it’s gone?
Does it disappear with the moon before dawn?

Children who once slept on beds now wake up on lifeless bodies.
They see the ruins of crumbled cities and broken homes.

They hear the deafening sound of missiles and bombs
That sent their parents missing.

They look around for something to remember—
But they are too innocent to understand grief.

Their bellies will grumble from morning till night
Until they give in to hunger—
Hunger for food, hunger for warmth, hunger for medicine.

None was given in exchange.
Instead, they are hunted down to graveyards.

Toys are meant to be played with,
But what falls into their hands are pieces of blasted bodies.

A young boy with an amputated hand looks at himself,
Then at his mother, asking:
“Where are the remaining parts of my body?”
A question that tears apart every whole in his mother’s soul.

With no strength left in her,
She cries—with no answers to spill out.

A young girl who once studied in classrooms
Now studies how many casualties lie on these battlefields.

Children who once ran barefoot in the dust and danced with joy—
Now run from the echoes of guns.

Where does peace go when it’s gone?
Is it hiding behind the triggers?
Or buried under the bodies piled up in death?

Peace and justice should not be just words—
But action and purpose.

The world passed by this one road,
Where all things sailed.
Amidst the rocks of all kinds,
Two distinct pebbles prevailed.

Brought together by wind
East-West, their stories untold
These two pebbles of distinct land
Now stood by the road.

They were different, yet akin
Unmarked by time or tread
Two pebbles by the road,
Where silent stones are shed.

Take another just as alike,
And you wouldn't find a match.
Two pebbles by the road,
Could be one, if they attach.

Our love is like threads of songket and sari—
woven slowly, without haste,
brightly colored though from different hands.

You come from a land
where language and movement are like dance,
coloring days with spices and golden light.
I grew up on a land
quiet and simple,
where the wind knows the scent of warm rice and the first rain.

Our cultures are not patterns easily woven,
sometimes your threads don’t match my weave,
and the colors of my customs feel strange to your eyes.
Yet we choose to keep weaving—
not because it’s easy,
but because we know—
beauty can be born from knots of difference.

Though we have never met,
your words reach my evening window,
and my steps toward your land are carried not by promises,
but by hopes I plant
in the woven gaps of maps,
while you too nurture courage each night,
when screens become the only bridge between us.

Sometimes we quarrel,
like two folk songs crossing rhythms.
But love isn’t about being the same,
it’s about understanding
without changing each other’s base note.

You never ask me to be different,
and I never wish to erase what you bring.
We only embrace each other,
two souls from two lands,
who believe—
even threads of songket and sari that differ
can weave beautifully—
if embroidered into a heart that welcomes them.

A family is not only all about:
Vacations . affectionate gestures . luxuries . reputation
But in simple terms, it is all about:
Some quality time . Eating meals together . Sharing each others concerns .
A home of emotions, unity and togetherness.

"I hope in you for us." Gabriel Marcel

When we share hope our bond is real
     And when our voices chant a blended song,
Our ties are strong as tempered steel.

In anxious times with fears surreal,
     We seek out friends among the throng.
Without shared hope no bond is real.

But when our wills compel us feel
     Spirit-bound to search, however long
For ties as strong as tempered steel,

Without a sign, the fates reveal
     A newfound friend who's come along
To share our hope; our bond is real!

With zest our common course we seal
     Hope-called by duty’s Siren song
Our ties are strong as tempered steel,

With light and reason to fire our zeal,
     We rise to challenge fortune’s wrong.
When we share hope our bond is real;
     Our ties are strong as tempered steel.

I. Left Arm
A hush in motion,
arms begin their arch —
like bridges bending
toward heartbeat harbors.
Hands become question marks,
asking: Are you real, too?

II. The Middle
Inhale meets inhale.
A spine leans into its echo.
This is not silence—
it is listening, still and warm.

III. Right Arm
Fingers finish the sentence.
Two bodies bracket a breath,
then exhale the same punctuation.mak
Let go. Not apart. Just wider.

A hug is not just arms around a body.
It’s the quiet agreement that you are here,
and I am here,
and in this small moment, we are not alone.

It is the architecture of presence—
built without blueprints,
rising from instinct,
constructed in silence.

A hug doesn’t ask questions.
It doesn’t require explanations.
It listens with skin,
responds with pressure,
and holds what cannot be spoken.

It can say “I missed you”
without syllables.
It can say “You’re safe,”
even when nothing else feels that way.

When the world is too loud,
a hug is the volume dial turned down.
When you’ve come undone,
a hug doesn’t try to fix—
it simply stays.

It can be the end of a long fight,
or the beginning of forgiveness.
It can remind you
what steady feels like,
what warm feels like,
what being wanted feels like.

And here’s the literal truth:
A hug slows the heart.
It lowers cortisol,
eases muscle tension,
and tells your nervous system
that you are not in danger.

A hug is a biological signal:
You matter.
You are not a threat.
You can rest now.

Sometimes, that’s all it takes to keep going.