Melancholy
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Remember Who Were There in Your Success
Failure is never lonely. When you fail, people arrive easily—some with sympathy carefully folded into words, others with concern that sounds sincere, and a few with quiet smiles they try not to show. Failure invites commentary. It gives everyone a role: the comforter, the advisor, the silent judge. Many come to lament your fall, but Continue reading
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When Affection Thins Out
I often feel that human population is inversely related to human affection. The more we multiply, the less we seem to care. In smaller communities, affection once flowed naturally — people knew each other’s names, faces, and stories. Bonds were woven through shared struggles, laughter, and survival. Humanity felt closer, not just in proximity but Continue reading
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We Exist Only in What We Remember
Disclaimer: This thought came to me while watching the movie Saiyaara, which made me realize we are nothing without our memories. Strip away our memories, and who are we? Not our names, not our titles, not even the love we once believed eternal. Without memory, all vanities, achievements, and connections lose their meaning. It is Continue reading
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Melancholic Emptiness
Some nights feel heavier than others. Not because something particular happened, but because everything suddenly feels still—too still. The world quiets down, and in that silence, we begin to hear things we usually ignore: our own loneliness, the weight of unanswered questions, and sometimes, the distant echo of someone else’s sorrow. This poem came to Continue reading
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A Walk through Nature
Sometimes, the deepest joy comes not from doing something grand, but from simply walking—quietly—through nature. The trees don’t ask who you are. The wind doesn’t judge. And the flowers bloom, whether or not you notice. But when you do, something shifts inside. You feel calmer, clearer, and strangely more alive. On one such walk, I Continue reading
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When the Words Don’t Come: On Being an Imperfect Poet
There are moments—quiet moments—when the heart overflows, but the pen falters. The emotions are there, fierce and full, humming beneath the surface like a secret tide. But somehow, the words don’t come. I’ve often sat with this feeling. A pen in hand, a page before me, and a world of emotion behind my ribs. And Continue reading
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When the Rain Comes, I Listen
It begins without warning—a hush falls across the afternoon, like the sky drawing a long breath. A grey veil lowers itself gently over the world. And then, the first drops. Not loud, not hurried. Just a soft tapping on the roof, the leaves, the skin of still puddles. It’s the kind of rain that doesn’t Continue reading
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You Are Not Lost—You Are Just in a Part of Your Story Where the Map Hasn’t Been Drawn Yet
There are moments when the world feels overwhelmingly vast, and we stand in the middle of it, unsure of where we’re going or how we got here. The path ahead is unclear, and we wonder—am I lost? Did I miss something, make the wrong turn, wander too far? But what if being lost isn’t the Continue reading
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A Solitary Hamlet
This weekend, my travels took me to a solitary hamlet, high above the world where the clouds meet the land. Nestled in the embrace of the mountains, this hidden retreat felt like a world apart—wrapped in mist, where time slowed and silence spoke in whispers. Here, amidst the hush of nature, the hamlet breathed its Continue reading
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Sifar: Finding Everything in Nothing
The traveler has found his road,The world has gained a new messenger;Walking over the sands of time,Beneath the boundless sky,Into the vastness of emptiness—The world of Sifar.Why is the heart capable of love?It would never have hurtOtherwise;Breaking the tantrum of silence,Every step plunging into a world of many Alephs.When the heart is adamant,The heart listens,To Continue reading
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