Shameless Me

Shameless me, I rise again,
Though marked by loss and seasoned pain;
I fall, I fail, I break, I bend—
Yet still I walk, I do not end.

Shameless me, with scars in sight,
Still chasing dawn through every night;
Mock if you must, judge what you see—
It takes some nerve to still be me.

Shameless me, who stays somehow,
With yesterday behind me now;
If living on is counted shame,
Then let me proudly bear the name.

Echoes Within the Silence

Kuch toh hai jo samajh ke bhi samajh nahi aata,
Jaise khud se hi rishta ho, par naam nahi paata.

Khamoshiyon ka bojh bhi ajeeb hota hai,
Sunta sab kuch hai, par kuch keh nahi paata.

Main khud ko dhoondhta hoon un raaston mein,
Jahan mera koi nishaan bhi nahi jaata.

Har soch ek darpan hai, toot sa jaata hai,
Jab sach ka chehra saamne aata hai.

Jeene ka matlab bhi badalta rehta hai,
Har din ek naya sawaal de jaata hai.

Kabhi lagta hai sab haath mein hai mere,
Kabhi sab kuch yun hi fisal jaata hai.

Aankhon mein jo thehre hue kuch khwaab hain,
Unka bhi apna hi ek jahaan hota hai.

Aur main…
Bas ek musafir hoon unhi khayaalon ka,
Jo rukte nahi… par kahin pahunchte bhi nahi.

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There is something I understand, yet never truly know,
As if I belong to myself… but can’t name that bond at all.

Silence carries a weight of its own,
It hears everything… yet says nothing back.

I search for myself in those very paths,
Where even my footprints refuse to stay.

Every thought feels like a fragile mirror,
Shattering the moment truth stands too close.

The meaning of living keeps shifting quietly,
Each day leaves behind a new question.

At times, it feels like everything is within my grasp,
And then… it all slips away without a trace.

The dreams resting still in my eyes,
Seem to belong to a world of their own.

And I…
Am just a traveler of these wandering thoughts,
That never stop… yet never arrive anywhere.

Breaking Illusions

Spent almost a lifetime in borrowed dreams,
Chasing shadows, chasing “what it seems”;
Thinking of things that were never there,
Building castles in empty air.

Dreams that won’t ever come to be,
Yet they still held control of me;
Meaningless thoughts, I knew them so
Still I let my hours go.

Time was wasted, still it flows,
Even now the pattern grows;
Slapped by truth, again and again,
Yet illusions refuse to wane.

Celebrating the End, Living the Now

 Why don’t we celebrate death, we fear?
Not in denial, but holding it near;
For it is not the end we deny,
But the reason we truly live before we die.

If life had no end, no final breath,
Would we value a moment without death?
Each second would fade, unnoticed, untrue
No urgency left in all that we do.

From sages of old to voices today,
They whisper softly the same quiet way:
Life is not ours to hold or command,
But to feel, to live, like grains of sand.

So don’t just wait for a distant tomorrow,
Don’t drown your now in unseen sorrow;
Smile in this breath, let your heart sing
For ending itself gives life everything.

Unfading Echo

Erased the traces everywhere,
Yet something lingers unaware;
In heart or mind, cannot say,
It quietly chooses where to stay.

It replays words once let fall,
Soft little moments, simple and small;
They bring a smile, calm and light,
A gentle peace, still shining bright.

Some feelings fade, some drift apart,
But cheerful ones outlive the heart;
No matter how we try to erase
They softly live in time’s embrace.

Heavy, Not Ending

 Why does the heart feel heavy,
So heavy it rises to the head
A quiet ache behind the eyes,
A storm that words have never said.

It isn’t things the world can give,
No gold, no touch, no passing need;
It’s something deeper, harder to name
A tired soul that longs for ease.

But endings aren’t what ease the pain,
They only silence what could heal;
This weight is asking to be held,
Not buried where we cannot feel

Born with Fear

Fear of being in this world,
Fear in every step I hold;
Fear to speak, to stand, to try,
Fear that I may fail or lie.

Fear of losing what I keep,
Fear that wakes me from my sleep;
“What if wrong?” in every move,
Fear that nothing I can prove.

It walks with me from birth it seems,
Woven deep in thoughts and dreams;
Everywhere, it fills the air
A shadow named… my fear.

But I won’t let it rule my way,
I’ll learn to face it day by day;
For even fear, when met with light,
Slowly fades… and loses its fight.