The pulse of life, I hear it still But fainter than the days of yore It ebbs and flows, a sluggish rill No longer swift, no longer pure It mirrors time, that ruthless thief That steals away our precious breath…

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…

A lonely flower, proud and fair No winged friend would ever dare To touch her petals, soft and bright She ruled her realm with scornful might But then one day, a curious bird Flew by her side, and she was…

A void in my chest Where love used to reside Now only echoes of rejection I silence my voice To shield my pride But guilt whispers in my ear I reach out again Hoping for a change But only find…

The world speaks But only whispers Inaudible to the restless Only the still can listen To the cosmic secrets The truth beyond words Not a counsel, but a vision Of a tranquil existence Unmoved by the present The present is…

I was a solitary star Shining bright in the dark Content with my own light Until you came into my sight You gave me warmth and care You boosted my self-esteem You filled my life with flair But you never…

Have you ever felt the sting of these words From the lips of the one you cherished most “I don’t feel the same as before The spark is gone and it’s all my fault Your voice annoys me like a…

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…

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…

You are the only one who knows your truth Your actions and words are mirrors for others They see what they want to see, not what you mean You cannot control their eyes, only your own So look deep into…

I breathe no fumes, I taste no spirits My life is pure, my face reveals it But when I pen my thoughts and share They mock me as a stoner, a loser, a square They think I need a plant…

My face is a paradox, a constant frown Not a reflection of my mood, but a permanent crown Maybe it’s the plaster, maybe it’s the genes A factory flaw, a glitch in the machine But people always wonder, why so…