This poem captures the suspended numbness of emotional exhaustion—time passing without meaning, surroundings growing heavy and mute, and the speaker lingering in a state of quiet disconnection. It reflects depression not as chaos, but as stillness: a muted waiting for… Read More ›
This poem shows the sadness of lost innocence. By comparing a young leaf taken from its tree, it questions the cruelty of the world and laments lives that never grow fully. It reflects a soft sadness for hope, kindness, and… Read More ›
This poem expresses the gentle pain of a love remembered, still alive in the heart. It shows how moments fade, but feelings stay—how distance can’t erase the influence on our soul. Through soft echoes, laughter, and unspoken words, the poem… Read More ›
In the silent corridors of our days, emotions move like soft lanterns—sometimes bright, sometimes dim, but always present. They shape our inner landscape in ways we rarely notice, turning moments into memories and memories into delicate threads of who we… Read More ›
This poem gently explores unspoken love—its pain, beauty, and quiet strength. It shows how longing stays in the heart like a flame, turning memories into dreams and silence into deep feelings. # A True Love Story # A love story… Read More ›
“This poem tells the story of love and memories intertwined with rain—a gentle reflection on longing, growth, and the quiet moments that shape a heart. It captures the beauty of unfinished stories and the resilience of souls who find shelter… Read More ›
When I was a little boy, the mirror wasn’t just glass—it was magic. मैं शीशे में खुद को अलग-अलग angles से निहारता था।कभी अपने बाल संवारता, कभी शक्लें बनाता,कभी रसोई में पड़े थाली की चमक मेंअपना चेहरा देखकर हँस देता।… Read More ›
This is a touching poem about time, memories, and the simple joys of later life. It draws inspiration from everyday moments and the wisdom gained over the years, encouraging you to appreciate stillness, cherish happy memories, and enjoy a fulfilling… Read More ›
The Letter and the Barefoot Postman In the quiet village of Madhavpur, surrounded by lush fields and rustic charm, lived an old man fondly known as Mohan Kaka. For decades, he had walked the dusty lanes and narrow paths of… Read More ›
Flame of Love “Love is not so easy; understand this much: it is a river of fire, and one must drown in it.” These haunting words by Jigar Moradabadi echoed in my mind today, resonating deeply as I came across… Read More ›
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