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The Dream I Define

A powerful reflection on purpose, resilience, and the unstoppable pursuit of dreams. ‘The Dream I Define’ explores how time, determination, and inner strength shape the journey toward greatness.

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Quiddity holds a weight profound,
Without purpose, everything is just a hollow sound.
Every breath, every sigh, every silent cry,
Leaves a remark as time passes by.
Today, my existence may not matter,
But a day will come when, without me, things will be impossible to gather.

My belief is not in letting go,
Rather in the roots that bend and grow.
Defeat’s path I will never know,
For even ashes softly glow.
Confidence flows through the veins of my aspiration,
Flying high above the sky is my determination.

Course of time is like old wine,
Aged in silence, sealed by design.
Today it may be yours, but tomorrow is mine.
They say, ‘Time waits for none’, yet
I sure will hunt it down without any regret.
Conquering the time, bending its line,
Above all, it is the dream I define.


	


				
	






			

			
							
		

	
	

		
Unspoken Conditions in Love: A Reflection
	


			

			
This poem explores the quiet ache of unreciprocated love and the silent endurance of a heart that gave more than it ever received. Through layered metaphors and emotional candor, it reflects the journey from devotion to disillusionment, and ultimately to rebirth. It speaks to anyone who has carried the weight of broken promises yet found the strength to rise from the ashes of betrayal. The closing line marks not just an ending, but a reclamation of self—an awakening forged through pain, resilience, and truth.

		

	
					

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I loved you with conditions unspoken,
Revered you with unwavering devotion.
Neither you valued my love, nor my emotions,
Every gesture of yours declared indifference in all situations.
All promises of yours were hollow inside,
Neither yesterday nor today were your intentions to abide.
In the darkness of solitude, every wish was lost,
Disgrace was spun in every scheme’s string.
How could you shun the faith I gave?
How could you cast aside what I craved?
In love, perhaps, my only crime, 
Was bearing your wounds a thousand times.
From ashes of trust, a thousand times,
Now let the world take this to heart,
Let no love split your soul apart.
Let no firm ignite any burns, 
Never let others take your place, not even once.
From love’s last ember, I rise—untouched by your deceitful dance.