They forget they are their successors, yet never forget to criticize. They forgot to teach love but showed them how to divide. They forgot to teach ethics but never fail to speak against. They forgot to teach unity but never…

They ask me what I believe, and I tell them, I don’t know. But inside, I wonder— is there a storyteller? A voice that wrote the stars? Once, a child walked in the woods, hoping to hear the trees speak.…

A whisper in your ear A hidden truth or lie A warning you must hear Before you say goodbye Your past, present, future Your mind is always sure Your pain is self-inflicted Your logic is restricted You struggle to escape…

In an endless ocean, some see a captain steering the waves, others see the sea charting its own course. Some believe the stars speak of a navigator, others trust the currents’ silent guidance. Yet, often, they ignore the deep, silent…

I’ve met those who spurn Dreamers and wordsmiths. They label us as losers, Mere souls who smoke and write. They assume we scribble for excess time, No duties, no tasks to bind. But why do we wield the pen? We…

Leaves whispered their goodbyes, slender branches and trunks followed, a heavy thud as they touched the ground. The whole town felt the big machine, its roar slicing piece by piece, wood falling away. Now a bare tree stands, large bleeding…

I saw the sparkle in your eyes— a glimpse of daring, a glimpse of infinity, a magnetic pull. I was humbled, yearning to speak, to make a move, floating there, right in front of you, lost in the quiet of…

Let’s break the walls of obstinacy And speak the words of truth How do you have the wisdom of age And I have the folly of youth? Why do I always feel out of place And you always fit the…

A mass of pressure A pulse of will But barriers of uncertainty Confine me in a cell I crave to escape To alter what I reject But feelings restrain me Like ropes around my flesh I don’t vow to be…

A royal shame, a cosmic game Krishna sees the fate of the land Where kings are blind and princes vile And a queen is stripped by a wicked hand He could have stopped the blood and fire With a flick…

Sometimes I act, and then I rue The choices that I made Sometimes I freeze, and wish I knew The chances that I trade Sometimes I sin, and feel the guilt The pain that I inflict Sometimes I miss, the…

I crave a spark of optimism A flash of brightness in the gloom Of our land ripped by conflict and rage Where doom is the common doom No battle can mend the scars of the past No gore can cleanse…