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Your vanishing is getting closer Those fun days will soon be over It’s great for you but it scares me Will you forget me intrusively? As the days quickly come by I ask myself in your thoughts will I die? I picture in my spaced-up head In your mind, will I be dead? You talk about a different state A different road, a different fate And every time you speak that dream I smile more than I really mean Because I know this move is right A chance to finally feel alright To be with family once again Instead of wishing, wondering when You sounded happier these days Like sunlight breaking through the gray And honestly, that makes me glad Even while it makes me sad We only knew each other for some months Yet somehow that became enough Eight months of random conversations And unfinished explanations You learned the chaos in my head The things I meant but never said The jokes that barely made sense too But somehow always clicked with you I’ll miss the walks and random talks The late replies at ten o’clock The stupid screenshots that we’d save The little comments that you gave I’ll miss the comfort of your name Popping up almost every day Like somehow things felt less intense Whenever you were in the sense Now every mention of the move Makes my emotions disapprove Because I want the best for you But selfishly still want you too And no, you’re not across the sea But far still feels too far to me A thousand miles might as well be Another world eventually I’m scared that distance slowly wins That life gets loud and silence slips in At first we’ll swear we’ll always talk Then days go by around the clock You’ll make new friends and find new places Learn new roads and recognize faces And maybe one day I’ll just turn Into a name you barely learn That thought alone feels sharp somehow Like losing pieces of me now Because these months became so real More real than either would reveal I know your mother needs you there And I know you deserve that care A home that maybe feels complete A steadier ground beneath your feet I hope the house feels safe at night I hope your future shines out bright I hope the hard days disappear And peace replaces every fear I hope you laugh the way you do That loud unstoppable thing of you The kind that makes bad moments fade Like sunlight cutting through the shade And maybe I’m just scared of change Of watching something rearrange Because people promise they’ll remain Then slowly memories get strained But maybe this won’t end that way Maybe we’ll still talk every day Maybe the bond we somehow made Won’t weaken just because you strayed Maybe we’ll call when things get rough And prove that distance isn’t enough To **** the things that mattered most Or turn us into distant ghosts Because in eight short months somehow You mattered more than words allow And even if your world expands I hope you still reach for my hand Your vanishing is drawing near And yes, it fills my chest with fear But underneath all that despair I’m still so glad you’ll make it there So go and build the life you need Go chase the hope, go plant the seed Just promise somewhere down the line You’ll still remember this small time The random nights, the dumb complaints The tired talks, the inside names Because no matter where life leads A part of you stays here with me Every single talk that we had Things that disappear turning me sad I promise it won't go to waste Because my heart is where your name is placed Far across the country you fly And yet I still sometimes wonder why But you will have memories in your suitcase that is heavy And your favorite people holding them steady I may seem sad and that is true But deep inside I show pride for you The time together will go from minutes to years But not always will I be in tears
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May 21
May 21, 2026 at 9:53 PM UTC
Minutes to Years
Your vanishing is getting closer Those fun days will soon be over It’s great for you but it scares me Will you forget me intrusively? As the days quickly come by I ask myself in your thoughts will I die? I picture in my spaced-up head In your mind, will I be dead? You talk about a different state A different road, a different fate And every time you speak that dream I smile more than I really mean Because I know this move is right A chance to finally feel alright To be with family once again Instead of wishing, wondering when You sounded happier these days Like sunlight breaking through the gray And honestly, that makes me glad Even while it makes me sad We only knew each other for some months Yet somehow that became enough Eight months of random conversations And unfinished explanations You learned the chaos in my head The things I meant but never said The jokes that barely made sense too But somehow always clicked with you I’ll miss the walks and random talks The late replies at ten o’clock The stupid screenshots that we’d save The little comments that you gave I’ll miss the comfort of your name Popping up almost every day Like somehow things felt less intense Whenever you were in the sense Now every mention of the move Makes my emotions disapprove Because I want the best for you But selfishly still want you too And no, you’re not across the sea But far still feels too far to me A thousand miles might as well be Another world eventually I’m scared that distance slowly wins That life gets loud and silence slips in At first we’ll swear we’ll always talk Then days go by around the clock You’ll make new friends and find new places Learn new roads and recognize faces And maybe one day I’ll just turn Into a name you barely learn That thought alone feels sharp somehow Like losing pieces of me now Because these months became so real More real than either would reveal I know your mother needs you there And I know you deserve that care A home that maybe feels complete A steadier ground beneath your feet I hope the house feels safe at night I hope your future shines out bright I hope the hard days disappear And peace replaces every fear I hope you laugh the way you do That loud unstoppable thing of you The kind that makes bad moments fade Like sunlight cutting through the shade And maybe I’m just scared of change Of watching something rearrange Because people promise they’ll remain Then slowly memories get strained But maybe this won’t end that way Maybe we’ll still talk every day Maybe the bond we somehow made Won’t weaken just because you strayed Maybe we’ll call when things get rough And prove that distance isn’t enough To **** the things that mattered most Or turn us into distant ghosts Because in eight short months somehow You mattered more than words allow And even if your world expands I hope you still reach for my hand Your vanishing is drawing near And yes, it fills my chest with fear But underneath all that despair I’m still so glad you’ll make it there So go and build the life you need Go chase the hope, go plant the seed Just promise somewhere down the line You’ll still remember this small time The random nights, the dumb complaints The tired talks, the inside names Because no matter where life leads A part of you stays here with me Every single talk that we had Things that disappear turning me sad I promise it won't go to waste Because my heart is where your name is placed Far across the country you fly And yet I still sometimes wonder why But you will have memories in your suitcase that is heavy And your favorite people holding them steady I may seem sad and that is true But deep inside I show pride for you The time together will go from minutes to years But not always will I be in tears
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You gave me a chance, all those years ago, just once — but I chose to follow a dream. You offered up yourself to me, asked I enter in the labyrinth and choose, but I passed you up for a dream. Broken still, I wander in that haunted afternoon, when you returned to the balcony, barefoot with a *** of tea. You’d brushed your hair again, standing there, where moonlight might have been; awkward as teens, we sat and sipped, the red glare of sunset dying in your eyes; one button — left unbuttoned on your blouse — held its breath; the scent of magnolia and ambrette, just refreshed, yearning for one last compliment. I watched you bend, and light each candle, one by one, to dance and flicker on your toes painted red as burgundy, waiting for some response from me — oh, little bird, alone, courting small talk, your clock chiding on the bedroom door, while I delay in the deepening mountain shadows. You asked me only once, gave me just one chance to wrestle with the Minotaur, but I turned away and bargained on a dream. With a second glance that lingered for a second more, still, you invited me, just once, opened up a stretch in time, as women do, just long enough for him to step through — but he was taken and accounted for, in thrall to a dream. You reached for me, one riddle at a time, standing between the Choiceless Choice and a dream — just one chance was given me to let my world come crashing down, and give up all my certainties; yet, I could not bring myself to love such a thing of flesh and blood, and so I did what I must do: I took your chance, given only once, and settled for the dream of you.
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Apr 27
Apr 27, 2026 at 2:17 AM UTC
A Dream
You gave me a chance, all those years ago, just once — but I chose to follow a dream. You offered up yourself to me, asked I enter in the labyrinth and choose, but I passed you up for a dream. Broken still, I wander in that haunted afternoon, when you returned to the balcony, barefoot with a *** of tea. You’d brushed your hair again, standing there, where moonlight might have been; awkward as teens, we sat and sipped, the red glare of sunset dying in your eyes; one button — left unbuttoned on your blouse — held its breath; the scent of magnolia and ambrette, just refreshed, yearning for one last compliment. I watched you bend, and light each candle, one by one, to dance and flicker on your toes painted red as burgundy, waiting for some response from me — oh, little bird, alone, courting small talk, your clock chiding on the bedroom door, while I delay in the deepening mountain shadows. You asked me only once, gave me just one chance to wrestle with the Minotaur, but I turned away and bargained on a dream. With a second glance that lingered for a second more, still, you invited me, just once, opened up a stretch in time, as women do, just long enough for him to step through — but he was taken and accounted for, in thrall to a dream. You reached for me, one riddle at a time, standing between the Choiceless Choice and a dream — just one chance was given me to let my world come crashing down, and give up all my certainties; yet, I could not bring myself to love such a thing of flesh and blood, and so I did what I must do: I took your chance, given only once, and settled for the dream of you.
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sunlight has washed itself out overnight silent hours, keeping some to himself now it's grey, like a flatlined beat ignoring rushing white coats while she sits planted in the middle of the hall yawning and then I see my job: to look beyond what's dished up be in the driver's seat and make something good from this day and every day
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Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 8:12 PM UTC
beating the blahs
“Creak!” shouts the floorboards, “unlock me..” whispers the doors, but The Girl simply sees a chore. “I have to be let out- believe me, I'm sure.” Again, The Girl willingly ignores. “I can't be left here, I can't be suppressed, you must open the door to start your quest!” The Girl treads past- all the wooden whispering doors, “Open me please…” “Don't you want to know what's yours?” But the girl can't be bothered, -out of sight out of mind- what's waiting for her will be opened another time.
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Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 1:44 AM UTC
Locked Behind Doors
"Hello, sir. I would like to apply for—" "I know, I know. Everybody wants the same. But it's too late, my friend. You're too old" Always the same conversation. I'm too old. Or I haven't done certain things. "No, you should've studied this", they say. "You can't enter the program" They always say the same things. Or at least— they will.
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Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 10:43 AM UTC
Torschlusspanik
the littlest elf, tucked behind my ear helping to syphon every choice I hear will it aid? next will it grow? next will it dampen my soul? jackpot the littlest elf, tucked behind my ear clinging and clawing at opportunities near
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Feb 28
Feb 28, 2026 at 11:05 PM UTC
littlest elf
Samantha was 82 years young, life had been hard, from most things she'd been barred, looking after her mother, Samantha's life got smothered, but now she was free, With eyes that could clearly see, asked herself, Is it to late? to youth, relate? finding a website, Hello poetry, a delightful sight, Samantha made a profile picture, taken in 1955, so young, so alive, writing poetry came easy, the intervening years vanished, Samantha was that young girl again, Gone, all the struggle and pain, this was a second chance, all her built up emotion, her words, her devotion, the first poem was hard to upload, the words were true, but lived, long ago, this could be wrong, But it felt so right, the poem was called, In the dead of night. The next morning, Samantha felt apprehensive, would anyone like the words she'd written? but to her delight, people had made comments, with such insight, truly understanding, what intentions were meant, not confused, twisted or bent, the years melted away, Samantha was that young girl, with things to say, after so long, stuck in the mud, never to late for a happy childhood.
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Dec 7, 2025
Dec 7, 2025 at 6:24 AM UTC
Samantha
My feet, they sprint across the grass. If only to finally grasp The heart I used to wear. And it’s like looking through a glass, It’s warped, it’s changed, but it’s the same face Plastered There. Will I ever be the same? The old version of me is Waiting. Will I ever hold the hand Of the price that I should be Paying? This effort, it won’t be my last. I won’t befall the fate that’s been Cast Upon me. I’m one with whom I’ve broken down. My soul is the one Crying out. It’s my Only Chance.
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Nov 18, 2025
Nov 18, 2025 at 11:28 PM UTC
My Only Chance
Is it worth it To try? Is it worth bleeding Myself Dry? Is it worth Being Such a mess, Just to Confess This fault Of mine? Is it worth it To see? Is it worth drowning In the Deep Blue Sea? Is it worth The price I’ll have to pay, Just to end up Losing Someone’s rigged game? Is it worth it, Is it worth my All? What sacrifice Will make me tall Enough to see Everything With my own Eyes, With my own Life? What mountains must A soul climb, To call to the sun And touch The sky? What monster must I Face, What tight em- Brace, What ribbon must I Break through? Is it worth it, To give my all? Is it worth it, To face a storm With nothing but My pride and faith, With nothing meaningful To say?
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Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 5:52 AM UTC
IS IT WORTH IT
And I think ‘bout Everything More than just Anything That the universe could Give, Sometimes it means Everything Sometimes it means Nothing At all. A man would give all of Him Just to lose most of it, Just to get some of it back, Or nothing At all.
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Sep 20, 2025
Sep 20, 2025 at 7:46 AM UTC
OR NOTHING AT ALL
When you look into a shattered mirror do you see one big reflection with jagged cracks? Or do you see multiple of the same reflection? Sometimes to open more little windows of beauty between cracks we need to shatter the mirror first, then and only then will we see our millions of options or the big picture.
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Aug 18, 2025
Aug 18, 2025 at 1:37 AM UTC
Mirrors and cracks
We think we have so much of it. So, day by day, we wait. We wander aimlessly. We unconsciously waste. We live quiet, muted little lives, always looking forward— but never far enough to see what could be. But we have two lives. The second— it begins the moment we realise we only get one. So, carpe diem. Because the graveyards are full of tormented souls who thought they had more time.
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Aug 12, 2025
Aug 12, 2025 at 9:24 AM UTC
Time
I found a fine grain of sand from a broken hour glass I took hold of the opportunity   held that second that may pass enclosed, within my fingers I turned it to an hour that defined that single moment that matters when you make the most of your time I found a grain of salt from a tear falling down I held the face of sadness on an occasion to fight the frown enclosed within my fingers I turned sorrow into a smile every caress and kind touch matters when burdens battle for a while I found a grain of rice from a hole in a sack I carried the cares of another for those with a broken back I enclosed within my fingers a single piece to make one whole every seed or seasoning will matter when it’s food for the soul I find me, but a grain In a fragmented broken world holding like the dust to the wind and the whirl Yet, I hold all things within my fingers the opportunity to power on the chance for change and freedom before I’m dead and before I’m gone
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Jul 15, 2025
Jul 15, 2025 at 3:27 AM UTC
Within My Fingers
A bright beam of light It fell right into my eyes Now searching that light
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Jun 13, 2025
Jun 13, 2025 at 12:15 PM UTC
Opportunity I Missed
To those honored poets, An opportunity has opened up, I'd like to spread this gospel, Of a chance to reach new horizons, Well beyond this world, Now gather if you dare, Join and journey to a new place.
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Mar 18, 2025
Mar 18, 2025 at 2:50 PM UTC
New Opportunity
To those honored poets, An opportunity has opened up, I'd like to spread this gospel, Of a chance to reach new horizons, Well beyond this world, Now gather if you dare, Join and journey to a new place.
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Mar 17, 2025
Mar 17, 2025 at 3:32 PM UTC
New Opportunity
Life is like a battery. It will present you with more possibilities, more opportunities than you could ever dream. But in exchange, the more you take advantage of them, the more energy it will take from you. Like any battery, they can last for years if you take enough care. But also like any battery, it will stop eventually. So rest, recharge, and take care of your battery. Because you deserve every opportunity it can give you
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Jan 9, 2025
Jan 9, 2025 at 10:10 PM UTC
Battery
Opportunity after opportunity, some could say leads to discontinuity Or spontaneity? Can it ever lead to deity? Frailty, surely, will come, But we can spark that with originality?! Frivolity can be a gateway, To birthing new possibilities. Imagine the ingenuity!
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Nov 13, 2024
Nov 13, 2024 at 8:54 PM UTC
Untitled
Looking back at another year, Being thankful for things far and near. The horizon has never been this bright, The sea of love brimming with glorious light. Looking back at another year, Grateful for things small and dear. Possibilities like soft molding sand, Hope of adventures crossing sea and land.
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Mar 24, 2024
Mar 24, 2024 at 3:37 PM UTC
Looking back
I'm again in a transition, A non-medical scientist by my schooling, A writer, singer-poet, and author by passion, These days I'm at Gorakhpur to join a new job, For another new opportunity that I grabbed, One of the many exams I cracked, This job is that of an Assistant Audit Officer. I marvel at what life has shown me, Educated at school in non-medical sciences, Physics, Chemistry, Math, English & Physical Education. Then I undertook the first paradigm career shift, Started my Bachelor degree in Biotechnology Met with the unfortunate cataclysmic road accident, Survived the 23-day coma against all odds. Oh the odds, do you remember, oh life? 200+ beats per minute heart rate in the coma, 104°F+ fever accompanied the ****** injuries, Fractured cheekbone just below the left eye. Brain stem injuries sent the global doctors in a Tizzy, Nobody was certain about my survival or the recovery, But I survived. The second paradigm shift here was my survival. They had said at the hospital, "Only the most serious cases come to ICU #2, And the lost cases come to HDU #7." BUT I DIDN'T DIE. I survived everything that you threw at me, Everything, even negative people, Who made weird recommendations. What did they recommend to my parents after the accident? — to make me join an easier degree course, — to make me train for weaving baskets, — to set up a toffee shop for me to earn bread, — and what not to discourage my family, — my parents had dreams for their only child, — all the whilst I was in the uncertain coma, — and the pitiable vegetative state for 30 more weeks, — where I endured immense pains. Oh life, you've been so hard! You gave me COVID-SARS in 2012, I didn't die, I completed my B.Tech in Biotechnology. More loneliness followed, I still didn't give up on life, Completed my M.Tech in Animal Biotechnology. The third paradigm shift was next, When I cleared 4 recruitment exams, And joined as a Probationary Officer With the State Bank of India. The fourth paradigm shift now comes, I have shifted to the job of an Assistant Audit Officer, With the Comptroller & Auditor General of India. I defeated death, But I seem to be fighting a lost battle Against loneliness in my life.
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Mar 12, 2024
Mar 12, 2024 at 11:46 PM UTC
New Opportunity
I'm again in a transition, A non-medical scientist by my schooling, A writer, singer-poet, and author by passion, These days I'm at Gorakhpur to join a new job, For another new opportunity that I grabbed, One of the many exams I cracked, This job is that of an Assistant Audit Officer. I marvel at what life has shown me, Educated at school in non-medical sciences, Physics, Chemistry, Math, English & Physical Education. Then I undertook the first paradigm career shift, Started my Bachelor degree in Biotechnology Met with the unfortunate cataclysmic road accident, Survived the 23-day coma against all odds. Oh the odds, do you remember, oh life? 200+ beats per minute heart rate in the coma, 104°F+ fever accompanied the ****** injuries, Fractured cheekbone just below the left eye. Brain stem injuries sent the global doctors in a Tizzy, Nobody was certain about my survival or the recovery, But I survived. The second paradigm shift here was my survival. They had said at the hospital, "Only the most serious cases come to ICU #2, And the lost cases come to HDU #7." BUT I DIDN'T DIE. I survived everything that you threw at me, Everything, even negative people, Who made weird recommendations. What did they recommend to my parents after the accident? — to make me join an easier degree course, — to make me train for weaving baskets, — to set up a toffee shop for me to earn bread, — and what not to discourage my family, — my parents had dreams for their only child, — all the whilst I was in the uncertain coma, — and the pitiable vegetative state for 30 more weeks, — where I endured immense pains. Oh life, you've been so hard! You gave me COVID-SARS in 2012, I didn't die, I completed my B.Tech in Biotechnology. More loneliness followed, I still didn't give up on life, Completed my M.Tech in Animal Biotechnology. The third paradigm shift was next, When I cleared 4 recruitment exams, And joined as a Probationary Officer With the State Bank of India. The fourth paradigm shift now comes, I have shifted to the job of an Assistant Audit Officer, With the Comptroller & Auditor General of India. I defeated death, But I seem to be fighting a lost battle Against loneliness in my life.
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Oh me, oh my, even when I try I lose it all, I've never understood why Mind and heart ravaged but can't reciprocate, what happened to an eye for an eye? You plead for a win, I beg for a tomorrow, abused by karma without ever meeting the guy Every day I pray for one more opportunity to watch the sun traverse the sky If this is not allowed then please, before any enforcement, explain to me why... ©2023
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Dec 20, 2023
Dec 20, 2023 at 6:05 PM UTC
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