poetry
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The Eyes That Do Not See
“Those who have no time to enjoy the beauty of nature have no advantage over those who cannot see.”— Bhaskar Saikia I’ve often wondered what it truly means to see. In our daily rush — between deadlines, devices, and endless noise — we pass by trees, skies, rivers, and quiet corners of the world as Continue reading
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Wrapped in Fog, Touched by Peace
Some days, I feel like the mist—soft, quiet and everywhere at once. I don’t belong to one place. I drift. I settle where I’m needed, then move on. This thought came to me this morning. As I looked out at the blurred edges of the world, I felt a strange peace. Everything was slower. Softer. Continue reading
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One Last Fight [Fiction]
The battlefield was covered in blood and smoke, filled with the bodies of fallen warriors. The air was heavy with the smell of fire and death. He stood among the ruins, his armor broken, his body bruised. His sword was chipped and dull, barely able to cut anymore. Yet, he stood firm, the last warrior Continue reading
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