It's All In My Heart ♥️

The Republic Bleeds Seventy-nine years of freedom, they said. Tell me then— why does the pavement still drink the blood of its own children? The Constitution was written in ink, yet today its pages seem stained red. Tell me— what is independence if fear still rents a room inside ordinary homes? What is liberty if questions must first seek permission to breathe? The streets have learned the color of young blood. Books lie abandoned, their pages unable to shield the hands that carried them. How cruel a nation becomes when power fears a student's voice more than a criminal's past, when justice arrives too late— or not at all. If the youth are silenced, who will write tomorrow? If truth is punished, who will remember today? Seventy-nine years of independence— yet the nation still struggles to free itself from fear, from indifference, from the habit of looking away. No— the nation is not dying. It is calling for witnesses. And every drop of blood shed for the right to speak becomes a question history will never stop asking. When students bleed, it is not only flesh that breaks— it is the conscience of the world's largest democracy. - ArcturusOfMidnights ❤️@heartzzss❤️

I think therefore I am. I am therefore I suffer. I suffer therefore I think. The circle closes. There is no exit. There never was. ~Harshit ❤️@heartzzss❤️

My dearest heartthrob In this fast-paced world, where finding true love often feels like an insurmountable challenge, I stumbled upon you, and in that moment, everything changed. I want to take a moment to express my heartfelt appreciation for you—thank you for being unapologetically yourself, for the beautiful soul you are. I am endlessly grateful that our paths crossed and that you granted me the opportunity to be part of your life, to call myself your man. I recognize that I haven’t always been the best partner. I’ve made my share of mistakes and faced my shortcomings in our relationship. For that, I take full accountability. It pains me to know that my actions may have caused you any hurt or confusion. Yet, in the midst of my flaws, you chose to love me. You made me feel seen in a world that often overlooks the depth of one’s spirit. Your presence lit up my life in ways I never knew were possible, filling it with joy during moments of uncertainty and doubt. You've brought a sense of happiness amidst the chaos of my life, acting as my anchor when I felt lost. In your company, I discovered what it means to truly be at peace. Your laughter became a melody that resonated in my heart, and your smile painted my world in vibrant colors. You possess qualities that so many search for—a kind heart, a compassionate spirit, and an unwavering strength. You are not just a good woman; you are extraordinary, embodying the essence of the kind of love that inspires others. This message may feel like a farewell, but let me assure you, it is not. It is a testament to the profound impact you have had on my life. You are the woman I’ve grown to love deeply and wholeheartedly. During a time when my heart felt scattered and broken, you were there, sowing the seeds of hope and possibility. You breathed life back into love for me, making me believe in its beauty once again. I want to acknowledge the silence that has grown between us. I may not fully understand why things transpired the way they did or the reasons for your distance, but I want you to know that I respect your decisions. I’ve come to find a sense of peace regarding this change, and with that, I’ve learned invaluable lessons from you. You taught me what it truly means to love and to be loved, lessons I carry with me wherever I go. Please remember, Juliet, you are deserving of all the happiness this world has to offer. Life's challenges don't define you. You possess the strength to rise above them; happiness is, in fact, a choice, a mindset cultivated from within. Your future is bright, filled with possibilities, and I truly believe it will be overflowing with joy. As you navigate your journey, know that I will cherish the moments we shared—the laughter, the dreams, and even the quiet times filled with understanding. You have left an indelible mark on my heart, and no matter where life leads us, you will remain a cherished piece of my story. - Crispen Brown ❤️@heartzzss❤️

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Little Mary "Pa, Buy me a pair of shoes new One that is green and has white stripes! That shines like dew" "You got enough shoes dear. Wear the other one that is white, It looks good to see you wear." "Pa, Buy me juice of grape to dine One that sparkles in crystal glass. I want a glass as mine." "We've got sandwiches here One that is healthy. Have a few my dear!" "Pa, Buy me a barbie doll, One that is dressed in pink. My friends have it all" "Little one, you've got enough toys- A doll of Cindrella in blue. It looks so elegant and coy." Little Mary folded her hands And turned about in gloom. Pa took no notice of her demands, But came over to her in the room. "Baby girl!", sighed Pa. "There are people who lack a leg. There are people who haven't eaten for days. There are people who play with stones. Do you still think your fancy holds valid?" — Ruh ❤️@heartzzss❤️

Smirks are real, Smiles are fake, Broken, bruised, life at stake, Insecurities crawling Flaws at show, who is humble You'll never know, Seems like you're wiping off the dust, but you are creating dark dirty crust, Above and all stands power, will prove you wrong within an hour, As their heels stamp on your head, keep standing straight, even if it's bad, They love your fears, shivers of your hand, and slipping confidence like quick sand, Just a miracle is what we await, that helps us from being their bait, Enough of torture crumbling us inside, enough of regrets on why we lied, Coz it's okay and we do believe, Gods acumen, we will receive. - D's diary ❤️@heartzzss❤️

the pretty girl the little girl sold roses, in the sun, and in the rain. i mostly saw her bare-foot, as i hurried to catch my train. on the busy roads she roamed as if she never heard of toys. brushing past pretty girls, who sought flowers from their boys. upon selling one she smiles, and then toils on in need. who knows she got a sister, or maybe a family to feed. one day, i walked to her, my train had time to spare. "so don't you like roses?' she then gave me a stare. caressing the drops of dew, i then asked for the price. "how many do you need?" "just one would be nice." the brightest one in the pack, she pulled out for me. in her eyes i only saw, the warmth of what could be. i took it without a thought and tucked it behind her ear. handed her the rupee note, "it would suit you better, dear!" a bit startled and shy, she giggled and gave a sigh. one final adjustment to the rose, and then we said goodbye. i saw her galloping to the mirror, the train on platform three. hoping she would tell her herself, "maybe his pretty girl was me."

ON THE BUSY ROAD On the busy road Traffic stays longer when the sun is angry. The luxurious red car smells of cold air and perfume, A curious bus exhales heat beside me. Someone drums fingers against his steering wheel exhaustingly, A balloon seller waits with his bunch of colours patiently. A tired man in formal keeps loosening his tie, A curious woman on a scooter checks for her daughter. A disturbed man yells into his phone while a dog sleeps with more peace. A boy sketches the view through foggy glass while a woman reapplies the shade of crimson on her lips. The city smells tired, petrol, sweat, dust. Above all this, billboards smile Enormous artificial smiles. Neon lights glow brighter as everyone leaves carrying their separate urgencies. ~dikshee ❤️@heartzzss❤️

The Devotee I worshipped the myths of you, did whatever they told me to. I gilded them with gold, the clay idols they made of you. I hid you from the irises of those I didn't want you to see. Slowly, painfully, I learned it was never really about me. I presented my soul as an offering, never caring for the right ritual. Funny how vows made in love can make an atheist spiritual. I then believed beguiling proses, deciphering much of your scriptures. Though the glitter's gone with time, we smile still, in torn pictures. This devotion of me somehow, seems to have gone in vain. You accepted the rags of others with my riches drowning in rain. Now I find my throat parched, this very tongue of mine bleeds. And thus the thought of you being so desperate to love me recedes. - Daisy | Prakhar ❤️@heartzzss❤️

truce see how the world is wrecked with wars, and somehow we found us with such an ease. people be having tough times making up their minds, and yet somehow you chose me over peace.

FINDING YOU They were parting, not for lack of love, but for ego clashes— where words were sharp, but love was still kind. Then she stepped closer. With a trembling voice, she asked— “Do you know the second best thing in the world is loving you?” He released his clenched jaw. Ego vanished. Anger dissolved. His tensed, weary eyes looked at her— really looked— as if seeing what he was about to lose. Cupping her face, his voice breaking, he asked— “What’s the first?” Tears glittered in her eyes as she whispered, “Finding you.” And for a moment— just one— he pulled her into his embrace, where the world went quiet, and love was enough again. ~dikshee ❤️@heartzzss❤️

the brew and maybe, perhaps, having a taste for poetry is something like having a taste for coffee. some can’t imagine a day without it, while some just don’t seem to like it much, or even hate it. some like it cold, some mildly warm, and some piping hot, the kind that dares to burn your tongue.

As We Are Beauty doesn’t seek perfection, it lives within our flaws. We are all imperfectly perfect; and no symmetry can hold us. As they say it takes courage, a whole lot of it too, to love the bare ordinary; and to call it your home. The waves on the ground be the maps of our mistakes, rugged paths carved in the silt; the grime before the shimmer. And the stars above, glimmering, scattered, never in perfect alignment, yet undeniably beautiful. The grace of existing as we are unaligned, unpolished, yet carrying a light that asks for nothing more. - Diksheeta | Prakhar ❤️@heartzzss❤️

IN THE EYES THAT BEHOLD Beauty doesn’t lie in symmetry of face; it lies where the heart pauses, where something true stands. Like wildflowers, standing still without permission— unnamed, unwatered, in neglected soil, without a gardener. Color, a fading yellow, scent barely there, petals thin as breath, overlooked by hurried eyes, never demanding admiration. Wildflowers sway in forgotten corners, in unnoticed cracks, fragile yet courageous, perfect in their imperfections. Unseen, unloved, unclaimed, beauty still exists— its truth lies not in notice, but in the eyes that choose to behold. ~dikshee ❤️@heartzzss❤️

Already There Funny how people find love on Instagram now, while I used to look for you in tulip gardens somehow. Those letters still reek of ink from the past, their blots and soft smudges pressed onto the parchment of our hearts. My beard is silvering and wrinkles trace your cheeks. Oh, how soon we grew old, it feels like only a moment has been. We loved way before we could learn to rush. The flower you gave is still tucked inside my diary, remembering you always had me. Those letters you remember, I wrote them too, not because I had to, but because some feelings deserve ink over a glass-lit screen. Yes, the mirror tells stories now in silver strands of your beard and gentle lines upon my skin, yet when our eyes meet, there it is again, that very first wonder. And the tulip gardens? Funny how you never saw I was already there, pretending to admire the flowers, while secretly admiring the sight of you. - Diksheeta | Prakhar ❤️@heartzzss❤️

May the kind of love which people say 'it doesn't exist' find me, May the kind of love where you would want to stay not only because I am scared but also because you wouldn't want to leave me fighting alone, find me, May the kind of love which readers find in books, May the kind of love which never grow old with time, May the kind of love which I always craved for, find me, And I wish that kind of love looks like you do in your sleep, May it feels like blanket does in winter. May it find me in every space, may it find me in every piece, may it find me in every stress. And if one day it does find me, I wish I don't turn away and leave thinking it was just a maze. May it find me when I need it the most. And may I be strong enough to reciprocate it as well! #you #love - D's diary ❤️@heartzzss❤️

They ask— Will you be my Swan? You know why? Because swans don’t love halfway. They choose once, and choose deeply— a love that outlives the seasons, a loyalty that never wanders. They dance together, necks entwined, shaping a heart— a moment so divine that even the universe named it a symbol of love. ~dikshee🦢✨ ❤️@heartzzss❤️