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Limes Carma Apr 29
When you’ve done enough
The sorrow will fade in the lack of clear thoughts and the beats of a broken heart will eventually stop
© Copyright 2025 - Limes Carma
Hema Negi 33m
You remember when we talked for the first time,and after that , and after that
I met the dog yesterday who was with me when you called me or I called you for second or third time
I told him that we don’t talk anymore
It’s not healthy for both of us to stay together for long
You know he listened to me and kept following me quietly
I knew from the start that he is gonna be here forever with me and you gonna leave me eventually
How wise I was
Still chose to stay for that long
Surely we are humans
And we do things like this
Heart and brain not combined
We all wish to die of old age in our sleep,
But what if my slow death began at 22 and ends at 83?
What if the love I was offered in life was deadly?
I know love might show up with a different face, but that just ain’t it for me.
If it’s not yours, it’ll always pretend to be.
© Copyright 2025 - Limes Carma
Two sisters—just a year apart.
The elder, quiet, shy, a soul kept hidden behind gentle eyes.
The younger, a spark—charming, graceful, the kind who turned heads and lit up rooms.
Both brilliant in their own way,
But only one was seen.

At every gathering,
The younger shone.
She smiled, she laughed,
And one day, he saw her.
And he fell in love.
By a twist of fate,
She loved him too.

But the elder—she had already begun to feel something…
Not knowing love had already bloomed between them.
When she found out,
She didn’t scream.
She didn’t cry
She stepped back.

She told the truth to the family.
She made her sister choose—
To let go.
And so, the younger moved on.
The boy drifted away.
Life went forward.

But somewhere,
The elder stopped.

Now, the world paints her a villain.
But tell me—who truly made her one?

She bore no hate.
Only heartbreak.
No one was wrong,
But she lost the most.

Because she believed—she was never enough.
With her curved back, her round face, her skin not fair…
She dared to dream, once.
And paid the price.

She tried to change everything—
Her voice, her body, her smile—
All to be someone the world might finally choose.

But in the process,
She lost herself.
The girl who once found comfort in her own skin
Is now just tired.

Tired of trying.
Tired of proving.
Tired of being second.

She’s giving up.
And now,
Love?
Oh God…
Does it even exist anymore?
ओ मेरे मितवा,
मुझसे रूठो ना रे तुम।
मुझे प्यार हुआ है तुमसे,
तुझमें हो गए हैं गुम।

ख़ुदा से माँगी है एक दुआ –
मेरा प्यार तुम तक पहुँचा देना।
मिल गए तुम इस ज़िंदगी में,
तो फिर और क्या है पाना?

फ़ासले हमारे बीच के
चुभ रहे हैं अब मुझे,
बेसब्र हो गई हूँ अब
मिलने के लिए मैं तुझे।

इज़हार न कर पाई मैं
तुमसे अपने प्यार का,
बयान न कर सकी मैं
दिल से की मोहब्बत का।

इस प्यार की चुनौती में,
ऐ ख़ुदा, तुम मेरा साथ देना।
रूठा है वो मुझसे –
उसे कैसे भी है मनाना।
यह कविता १२ अप्रैल २०२४ को लिखी गई है
The woman he saw from his childhood often,
He pondered—
She is not even fair and beauty—
When did his heart become so fragile and soften?

Was it her silence, deep as the ocean,
Or the way she was unbothered
By what the world might think of her life and motion?

When did I start to observe her so?
I should condemn my heart before it goes too far.
I’ve witnessed every phase she’s been through,
Watched the life she walked, in joy and scar.

Some claim that love means sharing the good and bad,
But it’s hard when I think of pulling her into my worst and sad.
I’d be glad if she got a life much better—
But I fear, what if I’m wrong and regret it later?

Enough—this inner battle must now settle.
I’ve decided to take her hand in mine
And get over this heart’s restless saddle.

I went to her
And whispered in a gentle manner,
"I wish for your heart—
Give me a chance to heal your broken part."

Blushing a little,
She answered:
"You really took your time a lot.
Don’t you think you deserve a penance
For all the days we spent apart?"

I cracked a laugh
To ease my nerves—
She really doesn’t know
How fast my heart beats.
It’s a mysteria, I don’t deserve.

She chirped,
"I have a request to tell—
Please hear me once, and hear me well."
I replied,
"I am yours, as you are mine.
Don’t hesitate—just tell your mind."

She continued:
"I want to make memories with you—by
Walking down a narrow aisle,
Getting married before the ones
Who gave us birth—and the One who sent us here.
Not just making pictures with those
Who can’t decide whether to forget or forgive,
Or those who never learned ----------
---- How to live or let live.

I want to leave an impression of each moment in this world,
With you—walking along.
I never cared who doesn't get along.
I don’t want castles or money bills—
Let’s live the rest of our lives in a little cottage down the valley and hills,
With nature and our pet Dolly—
Simple feasts now and then with friends.
And I’ll be so happy.

I know you have many dreams to pursue—
I’ll support them, even if it costs a few.
I know it’s hard for you to open up sometimes,
But I’ll be there—for all your climbs."

I was astonished by her speech—
She looked puzzled, unsure how I’d react.
So, I gave her a peck on the forehead,
To let her know—
She’s not getting away from me.
Never ever.

Now I know why it happened to my heart...
Indeed, she is not fair and beauty.
She is beyond that—
She is my beautiful fairy.
शब्दांना फोडणी लाऊनी
बनते आयुष्याचं भोजन,
भावनांच्या मसाल्याला
टाकायचं त्यात प्रयोजन.

कधी रागाचा लाल खरडा,
तर कधी आनंदाची खीर,
थोडं मजेदार आंबट लोणचं,
त्यात रुसलेल्या रसगुल्याची भिरभिर.

एक कौतुकाचा लाडू, अन
थोडी लहरी असलेली कोशिंबीर,
त्यात समाधानाच्या भातावर
आमटी बसलेली गंभीर.

भावनांच्या या जेवणाने
भरतं ताट आयुष्याचं,
पण सर्व पदार्थ खाण्याआधी
प्यावं पाणी प्रेमाचं.
ही कविता ३० एप्रिल २०२१ रोजी लिहिलेली आहे
Rain 1h
That mirror that remembers more than a face,

And all the memories you want to erase.

Even that tear and scar you forgot about,

And every time you had a doubt.

The mirror was called more than a few names,

Every time with inner shame.  



The mirror prays every day,

That one day maybe you both see the same.
Maybe some things are better left unsaid.
Rain 1h
The house that sees everything,

Still abandoned for little things.

No ghosts to roam the corridor,

Just empty silence that feels loud as a roar.  



Maybe someday someone will see it for who it is,

Not the stories echoed with myths.
A house at the back of my head
बोलताना तुझ्याशी भान मी हरपलो,
तुला बघायला दररोज मी तरसलो.
भेटशील तू मला, ही आशा मनात होती,
पण भेटायला तुला योग्य संधी मिळत नव्हती.

मी मारलेल्या जोकवर तुझं खदखदून हसणं,
तू दिलेल्या सरप्राइजनं माझं आश्चर्यचकित होणं,
मी दुःखी असताना तुझे डोळे पाणावणं,
तू अडचणीत असताना माझं मदतीस सरसावणं.

आठवण येत होती मला कायम ह्या सगळ्याची,
पण तुझी सावलीदेखील माझ्या आसपास नसायची.
कायम मी जगायचो तुझ्या आठवणींमध्ये,
कायम मी बघत राहायचो तुझ्या फोटोकडे.

परत सोडून गेलीस तर जगणं अशक्य होईल मला,
माझ्या मनातली ही भावना मी कशी सांगू तुला?
कदाचित देवानेच आहे आपलं कनेक्शन जोडलेलं,
कारण नातं आहे आपलं शब्दांच्या पलीकडचं.
ही कविता ०२ जुलै २०२० रोजी लिहिलेली आहे
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