Each of us stands strong,
Alone, we are a2 and b2,
But together, it is a2+b2.
Our love multiplies,
Twice the strength, 2ab,
A union that grows,
As we add to each other—
We two, our two,
Complete as one.
RSD
Month: September 2024
तपते ही रह जाए
टूटे तारे लौट के फिर अम्बर पे कभी आए ना
हम भी घमंड में ऐसे, बस तपते ही रह जाए हाँ.
RSD
Beats and Dreams
You are the first,
and the last—
the only one
for whom my heart and mind unite.
My heart beats your name,
my mind dreams your face,
in perfect harmony,
for you alone.
RSD
Moonlit Weakness
Night brings
the moon, stars, stories,
and dreams—
a chance to reflect,
to mend mistakes,
to return to roots
we’ve forgotten by day.
But its quiet truth whispers:
we are fragile,
we are weak.
We search for solace,
for a lap, a place
to lay our heads,
for peace
beneath the stars.
A House for the Ages
Evolution is the dawn,
where one journey ends
and another begins.
Your eyes—
the point in this shifting world
where my heart makes sharp turns,
guiding me through the dimensions of love.
In this fleeting world
where oceans, rivers, trees
all fade with time,
I dream of building a house for us,
strong and enduring,
where I can see you reflected
in mirrors, in ponds.
A house that will stand for generations,
carrying our story through the ages
like the bones of dinosaurs,
a testament to the journey
we began in this ever-evolving world.
Only tales like ours survive
to teach the history of love
across time.
Alone in the Digital Jungle
The dream is fading,
and nothing I do
keeps it alive.
The sky turns pale,
the air tastes strange—
reminding me
I’m not from here.
The hum of machines,
the glow of screens—
none of it
gives me joy.
It only helps me forget
where I belong.
Social platforms rise,
yet add no value.
We build jungles
of selfies,
but not of trees.
We share our happiness
with everyone—
yet no one is involved.
I come from a jungle,
where animals speak
and trees breathe.
But in this virtual world
of followers and subscribers,
jungles are dying.
In the end,
I’m left alone—
with my happiness
and my poems.
RSD
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