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“कलाकार हूँ, और कला भी लेखिका हूँ, और लेख भी कवि हूँ, और कविता भी सफर हूँ, और मंज़िल भी जीवन हूँ, और मृत्यु भी औरत हूँ जनाब, अगर गलती हूँ, तो यथार्थ भी। - ऋधि (Ridhi)”

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Author:- ऋधि (Ridhi)
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“Energy and Ethics (The Sonnet) One AA battery lights up a house with an LED, Or it can be used to set fire to it with a spark. Energy has no ethical polarity, only potential, Ethics of energy lie in the hands of its wielder. Society just needs an excuse to escape the blame, Sometimes they blame science, other times politics. The real problem is none but the society itself, Particularly our age-old selfish histrionics. No society is born human, not yet anyway, It falls on the original humans to make it human. Choose science, faith, politics or civil service, Touch of a human makes medicine even out of poison. Science doesn't define the scientist, scientist defines the science. Hence I'm a servant scientist who uses science for deliverance.”

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Book:The Gentalist: There's No Social Work, Only Family Work
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“In the end — or maybe even at the start — we all share one truth: death. It doesn’t matter how rich you are. How kind. How broken. How brilliant. Death is the one door we all walk through. You can’t hide from it. You can’t bargain with it. And you can’t bring anything with you when you go — except your legacy. So what will yours be? When your time here is over, When the dust settles, And the world keeps spinning without you — What will they remember? Not the things you owned. Not the titles. Not the followers. But the way you made people feel. The courage you showed. The love you gave. The cycle you chose to break. The healing you sparked. So ask yourself — What’s the one thing you want to be remembered for after death? And then live every day like that answer matters.”

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Author:Marion Bekoe
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“You don’t give up when you can’t give up.” I didn’t write that to sound deep. I wrote it because it was the only thing keeping me alive. My survival chant. The only thing keeping me standing when everything around me said “let go.” I couldn’t give up. I didn’t have the luxury to give up. Not because I’m stronger than most— but because I knew what was at stake. If I gave up, the pain wins. The patterns repeat. The cycle continues. And I refuse to pass that down. So I told myself:
This ends with me. The silence. The suffering. The struggle passed down like inheritance. If I gave up, then my future children— and their children— would be handed the very thing I was born into.
Chains I never asked for. Wounds I never caused. But still carried. I chose to carry that weight, not because I wanted to, but because someone had to. The word “give up” became a curse in my vocabulary. An abomination. A forbidden thought. Because it’s easy to say you won’t give up. It’s a whole different battle to actually not give up— to keep showing up when no one claps, no one helps, no one sees. Some are born into healing because someone before them— a parent, a grandparent, maybe a great-grandparent— chose to fight. Chose to heal. Chose to break the cycle. And some of us? We were born into the battle. But even then— we still get to choose. Why not you? Why not now? What if no one before you ever stopped the pattern? What if nobody handed you peace? Then maybe—just maybe— it’s meant to be you. I did it. Not because I had superhuman strength. But because I refused to surrender. Because I made giving up a sin. Because I looked ahead and saw a generation waiting for me to decide. By pain. By fire. By blood. By scars. By God’s grace— I broke the cycle. And now, I live to tell the story.”

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Author:Marion Bekoe
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“In Your Trust (The Sonnet) My soldiers don't smoke and drink, Though they may try them for experience. They don't look at another sexually, Without their wholehearted consent. I made myself the human, I want to see in the world. Touch my work only after, You've renounced being self-absorbed. I didn't annihilate my entire life, So that you may turn me into another cult. Never you use me to boost your ego, Or as an excuse for intellectual outburst. Do not be Naskar, be the Naskar 2.0. I leave my homeworld in trust of yours.”

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Book:High Voltage Habib: Gospel of Undoctrination
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“She wasn’t broken. She was made up of a thousand tiny little cracks. She was always trying to keep herself glued together. But it was hard, she felt too much. No matter what she did, her emotions seeped through, sometimes in drips, other times in floods, She felt everything, the heaviness of the clouds right before rain, the rush of the subway cars as they left the station, the feeling of goodbye as she watched someone walk away, wondering if it was the last time she would see them, the feeling of a kiss lingering on her cheek for hours. She felt the loneliness of the sun as it hung in the sky, shedding light on the day, without companion. And she longed to give as much as the sun. If she could brighten someone’s day, bestow warmth were there was cold, make someone smile, give someone hope, then for a minute, an hour, maybe even a day, the cracks would fill with love and the pain would become only a voice, reminding her that her pain was important. She knew how fragile life was, how hard, and how precious. She wanted to feel it all.”

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Author:Jacqueline Simon Gunn
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“Laughing with blood relatives amidst memorable melodies in the background, styrofoam plate in hand, topped with foods that restaurants can’t duplicate, it hit me: I don’t belong here. Staring at an unbelievable sunrise from a balcony villa in Tanzania, it hit me: I don’t belong here. Recognized and awarded for notable news journalism, a few semesters away from achieving a prestigious degree decorated with promised opportunities, it hit me: I don’t belong here. Hoping quietly for the best, to “win my husband over” with traditional submission, more frequent sex, and minimized speech, it hit me: I don’t belong here. Walking down a dusty Egyptian street filled with the welcoming laughter of carefree children, it hit me: I don’t belong here. Sitting in a church pew notating another good message, clapping to some of my favorite songs, and then exiting to talk with familiar faces, it hit me: I don’t belong here. Communing with those who know who the “real chosen” are, beholding their unknown names unmasked, and secret knowledges revealed to ponder incessantly, it hit me: I don’t belong here. Placed underneath the wanting body of a rare man who showed me unprecedented love, it hit me: I don’t belong here. My soul. My mind. My body. Each malnourished. My community. My life purpose. Both misplaced. All starving for home. So, I moved. Not to what looks and feels good for them, but to what”

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Author:Zara Hairston
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“A, B, C, D in some TIME By: Aron Micko H.B Alarming bomb during wartime. Arguing voices during nighttime. Asking forgiveness in a short time. Avoiding conflicts until the end of time. Bleeding normal people, not in crime. Balancing one world in just one time. Bombing violently during downtime. Beginning destruction in our mealtime. Calming that there is peacetime. Calling for humility to show time. Calculating the peace over time. Collecting for nothing is a part-time. Dreaming of using gadgets every time. Developing our sadness in daytime. Dropping our problems for longtime. Dying obligations in real lifetime. 3/7/22”

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Author:Aron Micko H.B
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“The day arrived,when myriad teary rivers flow and the muted wind faintly died in his tears—an altar for the beloved one's departure,for sister-hood is no more,for her to adore!while pangs the beating world in a lamenting voice;their remembering loss of the 'one' they embrace most and when the crepuscule came like a phantom,the mournful,gathered birds swiftly flew in gloom.”

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Book:Venus and Crepuscule
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“Not antisocial, just wanted some peace Yes, I have a low tolerance for superficialities Quiet on the outside but my mind's a chaos Music, movies, poetry, and cosmos What makes life worth living? Yes, I do love overthinking Alone but never lonely My mind's perpetually busy of things, not everyone might comprehend I usually do not follow the trend Not a snob, more of a wallflower a loner who celebrates solitude like no other.”

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Author:Miss Rainbow Moonfire
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“MY FATHER If I have to write a poem about my father it has to be about integrity and kindness — the selfless kind of kindness that is so very rare I am sure there will be many people living somewhere who must be as kind as him but what I mean to say is I have not met one yet and when it comes to helping others he always helps too much and as the saying goes — help someone, you earn a friend. help someone too much, you make an enemy. — so you know the gist of what I’m trying to say here anyways I was talking about the poem about my father it has to be about passion and hard work because you see you cannot separate these things from him they are part of him as his two eyes and two hands and his heart and his soul and his whole being and you cannot separate wind and waves or living and the universe or earth and heavens and although he never got any award from bureaucracy the students he taught ages ago still touch his feet and some of them are the people you have to make an appointment to meet even if it is for two minutes of their time and that’s a reward for him bigger than any other that some of his colleagues got for their flattery and also I have to write about reliability as well because you see as the sun always rises and the snowflakes are always six-folds and the spring always comes and the petals of a sunflower and every flower follows the golden ratio of symmetry my father never fails to keep his promise I have to mention the rage as well that he always carries inside him like a burning fire for wrongdoings for injustice and now he carries a bitterness too for people who used him good and discarded as it always happens with every good man in our world of humans and you must be thinking he has learned his lessons well you go to him — it does not matter who you are if he knows you or you are a stranger from other side of the world — and ask for his help he will be happy to do so as you must know people never change not their soul in any case.”

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Author:Neena H Brar
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“चटर-पटर बोलता हूँ, दिन भर इधर-उधर, कहीं बोलता हूँ सही, तो कहीं पर बस गलत-गलत, लेकिन जो चाहता हूँ वो एहसास, करवा नहीं पाती ये बातें यहाँ, बिन बोले जो बात है, वो बोलने में कहाँ...”

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Author:shekhar
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“Blind Heart’s. In the circle of life, a sorrowful tale, Where death and life dance an endless wail. Hungry eyes search for morsels to devour, Survival's cruel game with each passing hour. Angst and fear grip hearts, cold and bleak, Aching souls yearning for solace they seek. In a world that lacks fairness, unjust and unkind, Tears fall like rain, leaving scars behind. Hatred and love, a twisted embrace, In this nature of existence, a bitter chase. For when darkness looms, Love hides in despair, Yet hate finds its mark, leaving hearts threadbare. We, people who turn blind eyes to the cries, As if suffering and anguish were mere lies. Ignoring the plight that surrounds us all, Humanity's downfall, a deafening fall. But what of the animals, creatures so dear? Caught in this cycle, their voices unclear. Silently they suffer, their pain left unheard, In nature's cruel script, an unspoken word. Children on ground, black and white Dying, Drying while survival trying. Scars defining not body, but soul Oh light, forgive us Lord. The circle spins on, in sorrow it turns, A tragic symphony, where hope rarely burns. In this poem of life, where sadness takes hold, Let us open our eyes, let compassion unfold.”

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Author:Astivan Mirza
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