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  You Know Why? The roses were angry, Other flowers were angry too. The garden was fuming— You know why: The beauty took the garden by storm. That beauty is mine, The one for whom my eyes stay wide open.   The curved, large statues were angry, Other statues were angry too. The museum was firing— You know why: The beauty burned the museum with her hips. That curvy beauty is mine, The one for whom my hands wait.   The ace poets were angry, And so were the newbies. The hall was filled with silence— You know why: The beauty blew through the hall with a smile, More than a poem, She was a poem for me, The one for whom my ears are waiting.   The beauty pageants stopped walking the ramp, So did the first-time ramp walkers. The judges were confused— You know why: The beauty just walked a few steps, She is the role model for models. That walk was a dance for me, The one for whom my legs wait to dance.   ...

  The Water within In today’s hyper-connected world, technology is everywhere—from ordering food with a single tap to monitoring our heartbeat on a smartwatch. But lurking beneath all this convenience is a major global crisis: the looming shortage of clean water for drinking and daily use. Yes, many of us have installed water softeners to prevent hard water from damaging pipes, utensils, hair, and skin. But a softener alone doesn’t make water safe to drink. For that, we need an RO filter or a similar purification system. So far, so logical. However, the real purpose of this article isn’t water treatment. It’s about something deeper: softening ourselves and filtering the information we consume. Just as water turns hard due to minerals and impurities, we too are becoming harder—emotionally and socially. This inner hardness leads to toxic behavior, unnecessary conflict, and a lack of empathy. And just as hard water damages pipes, our hardness stains our relationships and makes...

  The Moon in my Room The DJ was spinning, a fever in the air Youngsters were singing, without a single care Men were drinking whiskey, bold and blind Girls were shaking their legs, leaving thoughts behind It was a perfect Saturday night, wild and bright For every party lover chasing neon light   As the tracks kept changing, smooth and slow Pretty women walked in, putting on a show Men stood waiting, like hunters in the wild Hoping to pick the woman of their choice, beguiled The DJ cranked the volume, and the speakers came alive Drinks kept flowing, taking fingers for a dive Young lovers pressed closer, bodies warm and tight Getting ready to fill the dance floor through the night   But I was the mute spectator, a ghost inside the glow With a glass of cheap beer, watching the chaos grow The night was catching up; hearts were warming slow Then I saw her walk in — and I forgot everything I know   A young lady walked in, like a...

  She Conveys   Her eyes convey More than her words Her eyes are a visual vocabulary   Her presence is a present More than a gift Her presence is the absence of loneliness   Her silence conveys More than peace Her silence is solace   Her smile conveys More than acceptance Her smile is a symbol of readiness   Her touch is soft Softer than soft Her touch is a symbol of care   Her hug is tight Tighter than a bear’s Her hug is an expression of deep love   Her kiss is intoxicating More intoxicating than the best wine Her kiss is a divine journey   Her words are inspiring More inspiring than the best motivators Her words are words of hope   Her smile is poetic More poetic than the best poem Her poem is a lullaby worth listening to   She is more than my lover She is my heart Living in me forever My better half Without whom my life would be bitterer than bit...

  Old-Matured-Young   When I stood in front of the mirror, the reflection whispered, “You are old.” It pointed to my grey hair and bald head, and for a moment, old age made me feel weak.   But then the mature adult inside me said, “You’re fortunate — no need for makeup, and less time spent combing your hair.” And the youngster in me chuckled, “Remember how much time you wasted on that hair, When you could have been training the brain beneath it?”   When I stood in front of the mirror, the reflection sighed, “You are old — Look at that saggy skin on your face.” Old age in me refused to even look.   But the mature adult smiled, “Saggy skin is just a new avatar — learn to admire it.” And the youngster in me giggled, “Think of all the kisses those cheeks have received. Can you still feel the lipstick marks?”   When I started walking, old age grumbled, “Your joints are weak.” But the mature adult said, “This is a test of endurance — prove your strength.” And the...

  The Parable of Two Painters: Peter, Pan, and the Ladder In a bustling city lived two painters, Peter and Pan. They knew each other well, ran similar businesses, and never poached each other’s clients. Yet both shared the same headache: finding and keeping good help. But over time, Pan cracked the code for handling people, and his business ran smoothly, though his workers came and went like the seasons. Peter, however, struggled constantly. No matter how many helpers he hired, none stayed. Steve’s experience with Peter One day, Peter managed to hire Steve with limited experience. Steve had no painting skills—just two willing hands. He mixed paint, swept floors, and scrubbed walls. On his very first day with Peter, Peter pointed to the high ceiling and said, “Scrub the top.” Steve stood there, puzzled. An hour later, Peter returned and found Steve frozen in the same spot. “Why aren’t you working?” Peter snapped. “You said ‘the top,’” Steve replied. “Which part of the ...