The Land We Call Home

This morning, the flag waves in the sky,

and my heart feels full without knowing why. 

Maybe it's the colors-bright and true

or the thought of what our people went through.

Long ago,they stood in the sun and rain,

with empty hands but hearts full of pain. 

They dreamed of a land where all could be free,

and they gave their lives for generations to be. 

Today, we walk on paths they made,

under the shade of trees they gave. 

We laugh, we love, we live without fear,

because their courage brought us here. 

Freedom is not just a word to say,

it's a gift we guard every single day. 

It's in the smile we give, the help we share,

the way we show each other we care. 

Our country is more than land and stone,

it's the feeling of this is home. 

And as long as we hold each other near,

our precious freedom will always be here. 

The Thread of Care

Not just a thread or a thread of care,
Some bonds are not tied by blood,
but by trust, warmth, and silent care.
They begin without warning,
yet feel like they have always been there.
They grow in laughter and quiet tears,
in glances that say, “I am here for you always and forever.”
They ask for nothing in return,
yet give more than words can hold.
Not made from time or duty,
but from a place the heart just knows.
Like a light that never fades,
or a hand that never lets go.
Such bonds do not demand attention,
they do not rush.
They stand steady in the background,
soft, sure, and fiercely enough.
They become a part of the soul —
the safe space in a world too loud.
They do not need names or definitions,
they are deeply felt. 
That’s the essence of Raksha Bandhan —
a bond not just shared, but shielded.
Not just celebrated, but protected.
A tie that asks for nothing —
except to be kept safe,
and held close —
forever.

The Quiet Magic

 To all my friends, old and new,

This little poem is for each one of you.

Some of you I met years ago,

Some just recently

But, you all hold a place in my heart,

Different stories, but all a part.

We have laughed till our stomachs hurt,

Shared secrets, snacks,etc.

We stayed up late, we had long calls,

We have been each other’s rise and falls.

You all have cheered me up when I felt low,

Reminded me how strong I can grow.

You all have seen my silly, seen my deep,

And kept my trust like something to keep.

Some of us meet every day,

Some drift apart, and that’s okay.

Because true friends don’t fade with time,

They stay in heart, in soul, in rhyme.

You have taught me love without a cost,

Helped me find myself when I was lost.

In every season, wrong or right,

You’ve been my comfort, my little light.

So, on this special, simple day,

I just want to stop and say—

Thank you so much to all my friends, for all you do,

This heart feels full because of you.

Here’s to memories we are yet to make,

To real connections that never break.

To the laughs, the tears, the silly way—

Wishing each one of you a very happy friendship day 💛. 

What Never Had to Be Said

Is true love in someone who stays,

Even when we change with days? 

Is it in bonds that quietly grow,

In places we didn't expect to know?

Is it between two who share a life,

In small things between a husband and wife?

Not just in smiles, but in the care, 

In everyday moments always there?

Is it in siblings, loud and wild,

Who fight, then laugh, just like a child?

In the comfort of a sister's hand,

A brother who understands?

Can it be in a friend so new,

Yet something in them feels warm and true?

Or in those who stayed for years,

Who have seen your laughter and your tears?

Is it in family we have known forever,

In little acts that leave us never?

In meals shared and worries told,

In stories passed and hands we hold?

Shayad true love zyada bolta nahi,

Bas chhoti chhoti baaton mein dikhai deta hai kahi. 

Na zarurat hoti hai bade shabdon ki,

Na har ehsaas kehna padta hai sabko. 

It's in the way someone stays, 

Even on the hardest days. 

Sach pyaar wahi toh hota hai-

Jo kehne ki kabhi zarurat hi nahi padi. 

Make Friends Wherever You Go

Wherever you wander, let kindness be your guide-

In stranger's faces, friendships often hide. 

A smile, a word, a gentle tone,

Can make someone feel less alone. 

You don't need grand things to give;

Just be real and let others live. 

Listen well, and take your time,

Being a friend doesn't need a rhyme. 

Some will stay, some may not,

But every small bond matters a lot. 

One kind act, one simple day,

Can help a heart in its own way. 

So, wherever life takes you, let it show-

You cared enough to help hearts grow. 

Friends are not found, they are made with care--

Be that friend anytime, anywhere. 

A Diamond Lost

 These are words that come straight from the heart. 

It started small, just a little crack,

We thought it would pass and bounce right back. 

But slowly,quietly,without a sound,

That tiny gap kept growing. 

When she cared, I looked away,

Thinking I could fix it another day. 

And when I missed her, and reached out true,

She had already started moving too. 

We had fought many times before, 

But somehow came back stronger than before. 

This time,though,the silence stayed,

And the hurt was deep-it would not fade. 

No big fight, no angry word,

Just silence louder than being heard. 

We both waited, hoping the other would see, 

But ego and time would not let it be. 

Now we smile like nothing is wrong,

But deep inside it hurts that the bond we had is already gone.

It faded slow, without a sound,

And there was no way to turn it around. 

I wish I could go back, just once more,

To talk, to cry, to clear the sore. 

But sometimes things just slip away,

Even when you want them to stay. 

It is hard to move on, when hearts feel tight,

When people just leave without making things right. 

I am learning to hold it all and move on somehow...

But I miss you, papa and the beautiful bond we shared every day. 

Before we say Goodbye

 College is not over yet,

But we are nearing the end, slowly and quietly. 

Four years just flew, we are in the last lap

With memories we know will last. 

We came as strangers, unsure and new,

Now we have friends, honest and true. 

Some stayed close, some moved away,

Some touched our lives in a quiet way. 

There were days we laughed so much,

And days we needed a caring touch. 

We worked in groups, shared our food,

Sometimes got lost mid conversation, sometimes understood. 

So many minds, so many views,

And still, we found our own ways through. 

We learned to listen,speak,and grow,

To stand together and let kindness show. 

Now just two more semesters remain,

The thought of goodbye feels strange and plain. 

Soon, everyone will go their way, 

To different cities and countries. 

We may not meet like this again, 

But these days will stay, through pain and joy. 

So, while we still have time to spend, 

Let us live it fully and make as many memories as possible, till the end.