House of Poetry

 Oh dear friend, let me cheer you up with a rhyme, About a stubborn weight that just won't decline. You've tried workouts and diets with all your might,\ But that pesky number refuses to take flight. You run on treadmills, sweating in the gym, But instead of slimming, your cheeks just blush and grim. You count calories, avoiding tasty treats, Yet your scale mocks you, it's beyond beliefs! Perhaps your weight has found a secret hideout, Sneaking extra pounds when you're not about. It plays hide and seek, with a mischievous grin, Leaving you puzzled, wondering, "Where've you been?" Maybe your weight loves cuddles, oh so grand, Choosing to cling to you, like a cozy friend. It snuggles next to you, refusing to depart, Making it clear, it's never leaving your heart. But fear not, my friend, for there's laughter to be found, In this battle of bulge, weight loss all around. Embrace your quirks, give yourself a little cheer, Because the scale's number

 In shadows deep, a mystery untold, A poetry's secret, yet to unfold. Words dancing, weaving a cryptic rhyme, Whispered upon the pages, locked in time. The inked verses, a mystical clue, Guiding us to a world that's anew. Lines like breadcrumbs, scattered in the dark, Unraveling the secrets, leaving their mark. What lies within this enigmatic verse? A tale of love, or a tragedy's curse? We delve deeper, seeking the hidden truth, Solving the puzzle with our sleuth-like sleuth. Each stanza holds a key, a sacred sign, Unlocking the answer, a truth divine. With every word we read, the plot unwinds, Leaving us breathless, with our racing minds. Lost in the labyrinth of poetic art, We search for meaning within the poet's heart. With every syllable, the mystery grows, Engulfing us in its captivating throes. But fear not, for we will conquer this riddle, With words as our guides, our swords in this battle. Through metaphors and similes, we shall find, The resolution that linger

 In India's vast and diverse land, Where dreams and cultures mix and stand, There's a journey, oh so grand, On the longest train, we understand. From Dibrugarh to Kanyakumari's shore, Across mountains, plains, and more, The Indian Railways proudly explore, A voyage that's worth much more. Through the Eastern hills and Western plains, Across rivers and fertile terrains, The longest train journey remains, A testament to India's trains. From tea gardens of Assam's embrace, To Tamil Nadu's southern grace, This journey takes you to each place, A tapestry of India's face. With every whistle's joyful cry, Underneath the endless sky, The longest train journey goes by, A slice of India, you and I. In the heart of this vast terrain, This train journey, like a chain, Binds us all, a timeless gain, On India's longest railway train.

 In Rameshwaram's sacred realm I stand, A quest unfolds on the shimmering sand. With purpose firm and heart aglow, To where the holy waters flow. In the temple's grace, I seek to find, The answers to the questions of humankind. Bridging the gap of land and sea, This quest is my sacred decree. A bridge of stones, an ancient lore, I cross to reach a distant shore. The quest for truth, the quest for grace, In Rameshwaram's hallowed space. With pilgrims' prayers, the air is filled, In this land where time has stilled. The quest continues, step by step, In Rameshwaram, where souls connect. Through trials and tests, I journey on, In search of what's already known. The quest of Rameshwaram, timeless and true, In this sacred land, I find my breakthrough. A quest for peace, a quest for light, In the moonlit night, the stars shine bright. In Rameshwaram's embrace, I find my way, The quest continues, day by day.

 Beneath a vast and azure sky, In the shadow of Kailash high, We tread the ancient mountain's path, A sacred trek, a timeless dance. The whispering winds, they guide our way, As prayer flags in the breeze sway, Through rocky trails and snow-capped peaks, We seek the solace that Kailash speaks. Each step a journey through the soul, To find a part of us made whole, In Kailash's embrace, we find, A deeper truth, a peaceful mind. The river's flow, a constant song, As pilgrims pass, the journey long, With reverence and hearts aglow, To Kailash's grace, we humbly bow. Atop the world, where eagles soar, We glimpse the heavens, want for more, In Kailash's presence, we find our way, To inner peace, where spirits play. This trek to Kailash, a sacred quest, Where earthly bonds and souls connect, In the shadow of this timeless peak, Our spirits rise, our hearts do speak.

 In the heart of the Himalayas, where the heavens kiss the earth, Lies Kedarnath, a place of sacred worth. Its journey, a pilgrimage of faith and devotion, Through rugged terrain, a timeless ocean. Trekking through the meadows, valleys, and peaks, As the soul in wonder, its serenity seeks. The Ganges flows, a silver ribbon below, Guiding the way where pilgrims bestow. At Kedarnath's feet, a temple ancient and grand, A symbol of faith, in this sacred land. Amidst the snow-clad peaks, it stands tall, A testament to devotion, above all. Whispers of prayers, the ringing of bells, Echo through the valley, the heart swells. A journey of body, spirit, and mind, In Kedarnath's embrace, solace we find. The mountains guard this mystical place, A divine connection, a heavenly grace. In the travel to Kedarnath, one discovers their soul, A sacred destination where spirits are made whole.

 In shadows deep, I stand alone, Against myself, my heart does groan. A battle fierce, within my soul, A ceaseless war, my self-control. I am my foe, in darkness fight, Through sleepless nights and endless night. In doubt and fear, I find my way, Against myself, I must essay. Yet hope persists, a tiny flame, Within my heart, it burns the same. To reconcile, to find my peace, Against myself, the wars must cease. I'll seek the light within my core, Embrace myself, both rich and poor. For in this strife, a truth I see, To love oneself is to be free.

 In solitude, a silent stream does flow, A river of tears, with no sound to show, From depths unseen, emotions well, The heart's lament, a tale to tell. No words to speak, no cries to hear, Just droplets falling, crystal clear, Each tear a story, untold, unsung, In the quiet of night, where dreams are hung. The world may not witness this heartfelt pain, The tears shreadded, like gentle rain, Yet within these drops, a universe thrives, A myriad of emotions, where the soul derives. In silence, strength, in tears, release, A bittersweet sorrow, a sense of peace, For in the stillness, hearts do mend, And find solace in tears they send. So let the tears flow without a sound, In this sacred moment, may healing be found, For in the depths of each tear shed, Lies a journey of the heart, widely spread. Through wordless weeping, spirits rise, A cathartic dance beneath the skies, And as the tears glisten, like stars at night, They carry the burden of sorrow's might. So, shred those tears

 In the depths of twilight's sorrowed hue, Where love's sweet symphony once softly played, Now echoes only heartache, deep and true, A melody of tears that won't evade. Within this fragile chamber, once alive, Now lies a shattered vessel torn apart, Each beat a painful ache that can't revive, As memories and dreams depart. The stars that danced upon our hopeful skies, Now seem to weep, their tears cascade like rain, And love, once blooming, meets its sad demise, Leaving a heartache etched with lingering pain. The whispers of affection, now withdrawn, Like withered petals scattered by the breeze, And love's embrace, so tenderly withdrawn, Leaves an emptiness that none can ease. Oh, how this heartache grips with icy hand, A poignant ache that time may never heal, Yet in the midst of sorrow's cruel demand, A strength emerges, ever so surreal. For from heartache's ashes, courage grows, And through the pain, a resilience is found, To mend the wounds and mend the

 In shadows of yesteryears, my childhood dwells, A bittersweet tale of innocence and strife, Divorced from joys that memory foretells, Its tender bonds sundered, lost in life's rife. Once, laughter danced upon the golden sands, As youthful dreams adorned each vibrant day, In fields of wonder, time held gentle hands, Where carefree souls would eternally play. But alas, fate's decree tore love asunder, Divorcing mirth from my tender soul's core, Innocence shattered, torn asunder, A child's heart weeping, forevermore. Yet though childhood's union may be undone, Its echoes linger, whispering of the sun. Oh, how I yearn for that divorce to fade, For innocence to reclaim its rightful place, To mend the wounds that memories have made, And find solace in a forgotten embrace. For though the past has severed childhood's ties, Its essence remains etched upon my heart, The laughter, the wonder that once filled my eyes, Still echoes within, refusing to depart. Through the ve

 In the depths of time, a journey we embark, To a moment etched within your scrapbook's arc. A tale of you, so young and free, A chapter whispered in memories' decree. Ten years ago, a precious page unfurled, Capturing dreams in a tapestry of your world. Within those colors, vibrant and bold, A portrait of a spirit, eager and untold. In your scrapbook's realm, where time stands still, Visions of laughter and dreams fulfill. Paper and glue, the alchemy of your soul, Binding moments together, making them whole. A mosaic of moments, the puzzle of your past, Each piece carefully chosen, a memory to last. In photographs and scribbled lines, The essence of your heart forever shines. Childhood tales, innocence embraced, Joyous adventures, each page interlaced. Fingers traced upon the textured pages, Unveiling the treasures, a cherished oasis. You, the artist, painting life's tapestry, Weaving emotions, unveiling the key. To memories treasured, sealed with care, A sanctuary of

 In the depths of solitude's embrace, A conversation unfolds in sacred space. My mind and soul, two entities entwined, Engage in whispers, the essence of my kind. Mind, the logic's realm, with thoughts so clear, Navigates the maze, both far and near. It ponders life's questions, seeks to comprehend, The riddles of existence, where beginnings blend. Soul, a gentle flame, an ethereal fire, Guides me beyond what reason can acquire. It yearns for connection, the depths of emotion, In melodies of truth, it finds its devotion. Mind speaks first, with rational might, Crafting theories, dissecting day and night. It questions the purpose, the paths we tread, Seeking knowledge, through words unsaid. Soul replies, with whispers profound, Through silence, it speaks, without a sound. It sings of passions, buried deep within, Of love's tender touch, where healing begins. Mind, ever curious, seeks control and dominion, Asking, "Who am I?" in a world so opinionated. But the s

 In the realm of lazy romance, where time takes its sweet dance, Two souls entwined in a languid trance amidst life's fleeting chance. No hurried whispers, no frantic chase, just a gentle, slow embrace, A lyrical symphony in a tender space, where love finds solace and grace. Underneath a lazy summer sky, where lazy clouds idly drift by, Whispers of love softly sigh as lazy lovers' hearts comply. They stroll along a meandering stream, lost in a lazy lover's dream, Hand in hand, a languid theme, painting love with a lazy gleam. Lazy kisses on a sunlit shore, as lazy waves lap evermore, Their love, a tranquil encore, a melody the heart can not ignore. The world may rush and whirl around, but they embrace a slower sound, In this haven, they are unbound, where lazy love knows no rebound. In the hush of a lazy afternoon, they lie beneath the lazy moon, Gazing at stars that softly croon, a serenade to a love immune. Their bodies entwined, an effortless rhyme, they savor love's

 In a realm of legends, where tales are spun, There lies a debate beneath the setting sun. Kingdom and queendom, two powers entwined, A battle of sovereignty that transcends all the time. In the kingdom's halls, a king takes his throne, Ruling with might, his authority known. His crown, a symbol of power and might, A realm built on strength, a commanding sight. But in the queendom's realm, a queen takes her stand, A regal presence, ruling with a gentle hand. Her grace and wisdom guide her people's way, A realm of compassion, where love holds sway. In the kingdom, armies march with their swords, Conquering lands, forging alliances, and accord. The clash of steel, the echo of the war's toll, In pursuit of glory, as tales unfold. Yet in the queendom, harmony is sought, Through empathy and understanding, battles are fought. Nurturing hearts, uniting with care, Creating a haven where all burdens they share. The kingdom boasts grandeur, its cities so vast, Monuments of power,

 In the realm of passion's dance, where bodies intertwine, There exists a fire, a connection, beyond mere flesh's design. For intimacy blooms in countless hues, a symphony of desire, Where love's sweet flame ignites, set ablaze by hearts afire. Let us explore the poetry of touch, in whispers soft and light, As fingertips become verses, caressing secrets through the night. Each gentle stroke, a stanza writ, upon the canvas of our skin, Awakening dormant senses, a sensual journey to begin. In tender whispers shared, the language of longing takes flight, Words floating like butterflies, weaving tales of sheer delight. The warmth of breath against the ear, a sensuous melody's call, Ignites the embers of arousal, as bodies entwine and enthrall. The dance of lips, a poem in motion, with every gentle kiss, Unspoken verses intertwine, as souls find heavenly bliss. A language born from hunger, from passion's potent brew, As tongues become poets, crafting verses of pleasure a

 In the depths of my being, a tempest brews, A relentless storm, a battle I must choose, Bipolar disorder, a foe deep within, A relentless struggle, where I fear I can't win. It creeps and whispers, distorting my mind, Leaving me searching, longing to find, The real me, buried beneath the waves, But bipolar disorder, it claims and enslaves. In moments of mania, I soar to great heights, Unleashing my spirit, embracing the lights, But in the euphoria, a danger resides, A loss of control, where sanity hides. And when the darkness descends, oh, so deep, I'm swallowed by shadows, unable to sleep, Depression's embrace, suffocating and cold, Drains me of life, numbing my soul. I yearn for stability, a steady ground, Where the real me can always be found, But bipolar disorder, it taunts and it maims, Leaving me fragmented, forever in chains. Yet within this battle, a strength does arise, A resilience within, that refuses to compromise, For I am more than this disorder's name, I

In a world of passions and desires untold, I stand, unique, in a different fold, For I am a being, a soul that's free, Embracing the colors of asexuality. In a realm where flames of attraction burn, I navigate the tides, with lessons learned, For my heart beats not in romantic fire, But in the warmth of self-discovery, I aspire. My identity blooms, like a gentle flower, Asexuality, my truth, my power, Unburdened by the pressures to conform, I embrace my essence, in its purest form. In a society that champions love's embrace, I find solace in my own sacred space, For I am whole, without the need to possess, I revel in the beauty of self-contentedness. My worth is not defined by a romantic chase, But in the depth of my character, the light on my face, I navigate relationships, unique and true, With emotional bonds, not defined by a cue. I am the embodiment of love that's platonic, The embrace of friendship, genuine and chronic, My heart seeks connections, beyond the physical,

 I wish to be crafted, a masterpiece in hand, Sculpted with care, by a skilled artisan's command, Fashioned from raw materials, molded with grace, Into a creation that time cannot erase. Let the hands that shape me be gentle yet bold, Crafting my essence, as secrets unfold, Carving my features with precision and art, Breathing life into me, giving me a fresh start. I long to be chiseled, with every strike and blow, A transformation from formless to a radiant glow, Revealing my potential, my hidden layers untold, Unveiling the beauty that lies within, bold. With each stroke of the brush, let colors arise, Painting my canvas, reflecting my soul's ties, Blending hues of passion, and dreams yet to be, Creating a portrait that captures the real me. May the threads of destiny weave through my frame, Stitching together a story, both timeless and tame, Embroidering tales of resilience and grace, Embarking on journeys, no path can erase. Shape me like a potter molds the clay, Filling me

 In the realm of masks and shallow veneer, Lies a notion, twisted and insincere, Where words are spoken with a hollow intent, And true empowerment becomes dissent. A facade of strength, they proudly wear, Yet beneath the surface, an empty air, A charade of support, with hidden disdain, Leaving authenticity to wither and wane. Fake women empowerment, a mere disguise, A play on emotions, veiled in lies, Where slogans are chanted without true belief, And actions fall short, causing only grief. In this realm, empowerment is a trend, A marketable concept, a means to ascend, But when the spotlight fades, the truth unfolds, Empty promises, tales left untold. Genuine empowerment is more than a show, It nurtures hearts and minds to help them grow, It lifts the silenced voices, fuels their fire, And fuels true change, never to expire. It breaks down barriers, shatters the mold, Inspires the spirit, makes the stories bold, It stands for equality, justice, and rights, Unveiling the darkness, ignit

 In the realm where giants tread, A world of dreams and fears widespread, There lies a truth, a tale untold, The cost of being Titans, bold. Majestic beings, towering high, With strength that touches the sky, They command the winds and seas, Their prowess brings both awe and unease. Yet in their grandeur, there's a price, A burden carried in sacrifice, For every step, a heavy toll, Their hearts and souls, they must enroll. The weight of power they must bear, The constant struggle, the endless stare, Their dreams, ambitions, boundless might, Demanding sleepless days and nights. Their hearts entwined with mortal woes, As empathy in their hearts arose, For to be great, to reach that height, Is to share the pain of every plight. Amidst the cheers and adoration, There lies a secret desperation, For Titans walk a lonely path, Their hearts entangled in a wrath. The cost of being Titans true, A fate they cannot undue, To stand above, they must descend, And feel the sorrow that won't me

 In a world of tar and stone, where tires tread, Lies an asphalt road, winding ahead. Beneath the sun's embrace, it glistens bright, A path that beckons with its ebony might. Its surface bears the marks of journeys past, Of countless travelers, their shadows cast. Footsteps and wheels, imprints side by side, Tell tales of wanderlust and dreams worldwide. Through urban sprawls and nature's grand design, This blackened ribbon stretches, intertwined. Connecting hearts, bridging gaps afar, In every crack and curve, stories spar. On moonlit nights, it shimmers like a stream, A midnight river of tireless gleam. Yet, tender it remains in sun's harsh heat, Enduring trials with strength so sweet. Oh, asphalt road, a symbol of our drive, Where freedom, hope, and aspirations thrive. Through miles and years, you stand tall and true, In poetry of life, forever new.

 Ode to the East Wind, so brisk and bold, Whispering secrets of stories untold, You sweep through the dawn with a mighty force, Stirring the world on your endless course. In your gentle breath, the flowers sway, Dancing to the rhythm of a brand new day, You carry the scent of blossoms in the spring, And the promise of life that your breezes bring. Yet, in your fury, you're a tempest's might, Unleashing your rage in the darkest night, You howl and you rage with a fearsome sound, As storms in your wake swirl round and round. Ode to the East Wind, you're a force of change, A symbol of life's ever-shifting range, In your whispers and roars, we find our fate, You remind us that life is never too late.

 In shadows' embrace, a lady fair, With long hair cascading, dusky skin so rare, A mole gracing her lips, a subtle delight, In the moon's soft glow, a mesmerizing sight. Her sari adorned with a girdle's embrace, As moonlight and starlight gently chase, Bangles on her hand, a tinkling song, In her graceful dance, where we both belong. A nose ring that glitters, a star in the night, Guiding my heart through love's gentle flight, In the tapestry of dreams, we softly entwine, Two souls aflame, our love's radiant shrine. Underneath the stars, we stroll hand in hand, Footprints of love left in the soft, moonlit sand, Her laughter, a melody, her touch, a sweet art, She's the love that resides deep in my heart. In the fragrance of jasmine, our love's sweet refrain, In each whispered promise, in each gentle pain, She's the muse of my verses, the stars in my sky, With her, in her love, I'll forever reside. Her beauty, a sonnet, her smile, a warm song, In her a

 In the crowded college canteen, Amidst the noise and the clatter, Two young hearts found each other, And their world was all that mattered. He gazed into her eyes, Lost in their deep, dark pools, And she blushed beneath his stare, As her heart began to rule. They sat and talked for hours, Over cups of steaming chai, Their laughter ringing through the air, Under the bright blue sky. They shared their dreams and hopes, Their fears and their desires, And in that moment, nothing else, Could quench their burning fires. For in the college canteen, Their love was born that day, A love that would endure, Through all the ups and downs and fray. And though they graduated, And went their separate ways, Their love remained as strong, As it was in those college days. So here's to college romance, And the magic of the canteen, May it forever inspire, Love, laughter and everything in between.

 After the war, the silence falls, No more the sound of battle calls. No more the cannons roar and blaze, No more the smoke obscures the gaze. The scars of war are all around, On buildings, fields, and burial grounds. The wounded heal, the dead lay still, Their memory remains, a bitter pill. But from the ruins, life emerges, Slowly, gently, with hopeful surges. New homes are built, new crops are sown, New friendships forged, new love is shown. The human spirit, it prevails, And in the aftermath, it never fails. To rise again, from ashes, dust, And build anew, in faith and trust.

 A man tapped in his own thoughts, Lost in a world he has wrought, He ponders deep in his mind, What secrets and treasures he might find. He roams the maze of his own mind, Seeking answers he can't seem to find, He's trapped in a world of his own making, A place of wonder, fear, and faking. He wanders through his inner world, A labyrinth of emotions swirled, He's lost within his own psyche, A prisoner of his own reality. He struggles to find his way out, But the walls of his mind are stout, He's locked in his own mental cage, And only he holds the key to his own rage. He seeks to understand himself, To find the answers on his mental shelf, But the deeper he dives into his own abyss, The more he realizes he's been remiss. He's ignored the world around him, Lost in his own thoughts that surround him, He's become a hermit in his own mind, And the only escape he'll ever find, Is to let go of his own thoughts, And free himself from the mental knots, He must l

 There once was a man of high regard, His morals and ethics, his shining guard. He lived his life with great dignity, A model for others, he aimed to be. He helped the poor, the weak, and the meek, He was always humble, never one to seek, Fame or fortune, or any worldly gain, His only aim was to alleviate pain. He was admired by all, far and wide, His virtues and principles, no one could deride. But life, as it does, can be cruel, And fate played a hand, in this man's duel. He lost his fortune, his health declined, His loved ones departed, leaving him behind. He never lost his faith, his spirit never waned, But his body and soul, were severely pained. He struggled on, with his head held high, His principles intact, never once a lie. He faced his fate, with a brave front, But his heart was heavy, with the weight of the stunt. He lost everything, that was dear to him, His hopes, his dreams, his future dim. But he held on, to his moral core, Till the very end, and even more. For in th

 In the quiet stillness of the night, As stars twinkle in the sky so bright, We ponder the mysteries of our existence, And marvel at life's wondrous persistence. From the tiniest seed that sprouts and grows, To the gentle breeze that softly blows, Nature's miracles are all around, In every sight and every sound. The miracle of birth, so pure and new, A tiny life, fresh and true, The love that grows within a family, A bond unbreakable, strong and steady. The sunrise that brings a new day, The sunset that gently fades away, The seasons that change with each passing year, A reminder that life is always near. In the face of adversity and strife, We find the courage to embrace life, To rise above and conquer our fears, And cherish every moment, as it appears. Life's miracles are all around, In every sight and every sound, They remind us to never lose hope, And to always find a way to cope. So let us embrace this wondrous life, With all its joy, and all its strife, For every mome

 As I stand here, amidst the rain, My heart beats faster, like a runaway train, My mind races with thoughts of you, And all the things we've yet to do. With each drop that falls upon my skin, I feel the passion growing within, I close my eyes, and I can see, Your face, your touch, your love for me. And then I feel it, soft and sweet, A kiss, so gentle, it sweeps me off my feet, It's like the raindrops, falling down, Kissing me all over, all around. I open my eyes, and there you are, A vision of beauty, like a shining star, I take you in my arms, and hold you tight, And kiss you down the rain, with all my might. Our lips meet, and sparks ignite, As we become one, under the moonlight, The raindrops fall, and we're lost in time, Kissing each other, till the end of the line. And when the storm finally comes to an end, We'll still be standing, hand in hand, With memories of this moment, etched in our hearts, And a love that will never be torn apart. For every time the rain f

 Do we really touch each other's soul, In the dance of life, our spirits entwine? Or do we merely play our destined role, As passing ships, in this vast design? With every glance and every fleeting touch, Do we connect on a level that's profound? Or do we drift, never quite in clutch, Our yearning hearts, forever unbound? In search of answers, we reach out our hand, To bridge the gap that separates our hearts. We long to understand, to truly understand, The mysteries of love, where each soul imparts. So let us seek the depths of love's embrace, To find the truth in this eternal chase.