Sooo...
I'm from a state known for poverty,
But I'm not poor.
From a state labeled illiterate,
But my thoughts write their own destiny.
From a state whispered about its crime,
But my hands are clean.
From a state called the land of labor,
But my dreams reach high.

Yes, the facts might echo in statistics,
But remember, numbers can't define every soul.
Not every leaf mirrors the tree,
Not every life reflects the label.

I'm just a human,
Not a stereotype.
So please,
Look beyond what you think you know.

Mother nature made roses..
Beautiful and desirable,
Yet whispered thorns into their veins.

She sculpted daffodils.
Bright and pure,
Yet let them with unspoken warnings.


She made humans.......

The huzzling sound of rain,
reminded me of your promises.
The roaring of the clouds,
echoed your passionate love.
The splash of water at my feet,
carried the memory of your presence.


But then the rain stopped!!

Hello poetry says,
"To support this poem buy suns".
Dear hello poetry,
I don't even have money, to buy buns.

I'm not her...

My hands are not shiny like her.
Instead painted with ink scratches,

My eyes are not wide and shiny like her,
Instead teary and hidden under specs.

My face is not full of makeup like her,
Instead covered with stress of my career.

My hair is not smooth like her,
Instead harsh just like my financial status.

"Even though I loved you more",
You choosed her...
And told me,"I'm not her."
(I know)....

On the beautiful veil of our Bharat Mata,
Now stained in red—
Children lost their parents,
Wives lost their husbands,
Mothers lost their children.
And...

Demons showed their devilness.
At gunpoint, they asked about their faith,
But they forgot...

For every martyr,
A billion voices rise,
A billion revenges awake—
Not just in anger,
But in unbreakable spirit they can’t shake.

Jai Hind!
We'll rise, we’ll roar, we’ll tear them apart—
With unity in hand and fire in heart.

One day,
we’ll taste our favorite meal—
not knowing it's the last.

One day,
we’ll speak a word—
and never speak again.

One day,
we’ll laugh with friends—
unaware it’s the final time.

One day,
we’ll take a breath—
and not exhale.

Chairs were made in many forms,
for different hands, for different norms.
But one was placed for all to try,
too high, too low, too stiff, too dry.

It scratched their skin, it bruised their pride,
yet still they sat, and tried to hide.
Until it broke, with quiet despair,
not them, my friend but the unfit chair.

In the era of demons, who loves God?
In the era of lies, who follows truth?
In the era of body counts, who loves the soul?
In the era of Kaliyuga, who is human?

In the era of pretenders, who is trustful?
In the era of rapes, who is respectful?
In the era of killings, who makes sacrifices?
In the era of Kaliyuga, who follows dharma?

Eyes won't wonder,
If heart finds a home.

In the race for gold,
We wrapped our peace in silent fold.

In the chase for lavish things,
We lost the joy that life truly brings.

In the race for body counts,
We blurred pure and sacred love amounts.

In the climb to reach the top,
We took our morals to a silence drop.

In the race to have all we sought,
We forgot what God once taught.

In the endless night
With a smelly lamp,
With an empty head—
Struggling just to be ahead.

With a speaking ink,
With a tired face,
Struggling hard to win the race.

With an endless page,
With the sparkling hopes,
Struggling still to chase my goals.

With a happy morning,
With my sleepy eyes cry
Struggling to deal with my results saying,
Lol!! nice try.

I asked God,
What happened to this world...?

Chirping birds became noisy horns,
Majestic trees replaced by haunted thorns.
Dense forests turned to toxic crowds,
Now heaven is hidden in denser clouds.

Humans became demons in daylight,
Every festival now ends in fight.
AI paints beautiful trees,
But a painting can't make us breathe free.

All relations turned into jokes,
Children leave their parents chasing hopes.
Even animals sacrifice for their children lives,
But here a mother killed her own child.

I again asked God, weeping in my silent tears,
God replied me,
Don't worry my dear,
THE END IS NEAR!!

Just for one day,
Wake up to the birds’ sweet song,
Not the alarms that feel so wrong.

Just for one day,
Have a chat with those who care,
Not with strangers unaware.

Just for one day,
Be confident in the way you look,
Not through filters and empty hooks.

Just for one day,
Talk to plants, breath fresh air,
Not with those who fake their nature care.

Just for one day,
Spend time with yourself,
Not trapped inside a digital shell.

Just for one day—
Dare to try it?

JUST FOR ONE DAY!!

I was walking through the desolate woods.
I saw two paths.
One was quiet, with fewer footprints,
The other filled with souls tearing each other apart.

Everyone told me to go for the deadly path,
But I chose the silent way.
Even though it was difficult,
Love and truth still lit my stay.

The sun’s brightness urged me to move on,
But the darkness of clouds whispered, "Stay."
Even when the brightness was stronger,
I was standing alone in the "gray."

A flower,
Forced to be bloom.
It opens its petals too soon,
Everyone loved,satisfied,
But soon,
Left it alone in the gloom.

You loved me, I loved you.
For me, it was special.
But for you, just a moment—
Forgotten with time.

For me, you were my future.
But for you, I was just a friend to play tricks.

For me, you became my everything.
But for you,
I was just… a friend.

For me, it was real.
But you told,
It was my misconception!

I wished,to be where she stands,
I wished,to be your choice,
But I wished for your happiness more,
So my heart stepped aside.
I wished,to be noticed by you,
I wished,to be loved by you,
But..
Again I wished for your happiness more,
So my heart stepped back unnoticed just for you.