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It wasn't easy !! But his grace got you though everything. O my beloved boy !! You are dearest to him. Love yourself just like he loves you, Things were never easy You committed mistakes, But Its all fine. All that matters is just love.

In your deep shallow declining self worth lots of mistakes lots of anger lots of disappointment Even after all of that Love yourself. He loves you. All he has did is love you all your life. When you were happy ... maybe When you were sad.. Always.

Thank you . Don't be so harsh on yourself

Sometimes, it is easy to shine in the trenches of darkness—because all it takes is just a drop of being normal, and suddenly you’re a hero. Being good is not a grace; it is a responsibility given by the Mighty One to stand for the people you choose to stand for.

Being yourself may be the easy part, but growing your wings, stretching beyond who you are, and becoming part of a larger cause—that is the real test. Even if you fall, even if you become the villain, even if you die or rot for every drop of the ocean’s weight… you will suffer from the very core of your being. The loneliness, the laughter of your own people piercing you—but will you stop?

A hundred times, maybe. But ultimately, you must rise. You must stand up and grow wide and tall. Be there in your own way—and control your inner self the way a human must. Being a yogi is still a great challenge; being above average demands more. Give yourself up, and stand for your cause. Work in every sense you can. Push your limits. Make yourself the best, the version of you that you’ll be proud of—even in hell.

Do you fight because you hate? No. You fight to protect love. You may not be able to—but He can.

Standing tall at the highest point, even the tallest tree casts a long shadow. And in that shadow lies a small flower, lost beneath the darkness of an ancient evil tree. But you will stand. You will grow.

"When We Are Old" By : Hemant Jain When we are old, and the world slows down, Sitting in our penthouse above the town, With wrinkled hands and hearts still bold, We’ll laugh at the stories we’ve already told. You’ll scold me for too much sugar in tea, I’ll grumble that you forgot vitamin C. We’ll swap our pills like secret trades, Both too stubborn to ever change. The world below will twist and turn, Kids with gadgets we barely discern, We’ll shake our heads and say with pride, “Our time was golden, a wilder ride.” Through every wrinkle, through every scar, Love will remain just as we are. Not in grand words, nor in youth’s embrace, But in bickering, laughter, and time’s slow grace. And if one day, one seat is bare, The echoes of love will still be there.

“The Road I Choose”

Why to confuse? Why to fear, When Dharma walks beside me here? The journey flows — no end, no start, Creation etched in every part. Birth and death — just passing air, A deeper truth is always there. What I create, what I give, Will ripple on — I truly live. Calm may not be mine to keep, Peace may slip, run far, or sleep. But still I walk, with fire inside, For truth, for love — I won’t hide. Sacrifice, not for my name, But for the world, I play the game. With every fall, I rose again, Not by strength — but by His name. Parth, Yogeshwar, Govind’s way — In silence loud, in dark, they stay. Their path I seek, through storm and sun, A servant’s heart, a warrior’s run. I’ve broken down, I’ve gone astray, But grace has never walked away. Life may come, and life may go, But I will move, with steady flow. Everyone’s a traveller here, Some bring laughter, some bring tears. But building with them, soul to soul, Makes me feel complete and whole. My curiosity keeps me warm, In chaos loud, it is my calm. Giving — not to rise above, But because the act itself is love. So here I stand — no crown, no throne, Just purpose burning in my bones. And I will give, I will create, Not bound by time, nor sealed by fate. This is the road I choose to tread — With hands that build, not bow the head. The world may shift, the skies may fall, But I will walk — and give it all.

"The Fire and the Field"

I dream of screens that change the world, Of circuits where new hope’s unfurled. A tech-born wave I long to ride, With fear and faith both by my side. To build like Jobs, not just in name— But spark a soul, ignite a flame. To touch the lives I’ll never meet, To place new tools beneath their feet. Yet part of me craves morning skies, The mountain mist where silence lies. To wake beside the one I love, With chirping trees and clouds above. To walk her down the village lane, Then watch her leave through windowpane. To farm the land beneath my toes, To feel what only nature knows. To raise our kids with time and care, With muddy hands and wind-blown hair. To send them off with packed-up dreams, And kiss their foreheads by the streams. But still, a voice inside me roars— You were made for something more. Not just to live, but to expand— To lift the world with your own hand. I see a world where creatures cry, Where cows are beaten, left to die. And in my chest, I feel the weight— Why wait for fate, when I can create? A global home, a gaushala wide— Where every cow can live with pride. A place where tech and kindness blend, Where even endings softly mend. And my parents—they gave their youth, So I could chase the deepest truth. I dream to build a life for them, A house, a trip, a peace-filled gem. Yet here I stand, between two roads— One lined with love, one with loads. One whispers calm, one dares me “run!” Both shine beneath the same great sun. Am I wrong to want them both? A sacred bond, an empire’s oath? Is peace a crime when fire burns? Or must I watch as one dream turns? My ambition is not pride or race— It’s duty etched in time and grace. For all I have—from breath to skill— I owe the world, I always will. So I walk on, not sure, but true— With earth below, and sky in view. A life of balance, bold and bright— Of family love… and fearless light.

Are We Really Human? Question is — what makes us human around? Just flesh and blood, with nerves that pound? Societies broke, beyond repair, Now criminals lead, and no one's aware. People protect the wrong with pride — As if truth’s just something to hide. Women, shown as objects on screen, Sold as symbols in every scene. Is this the “civilization” we claim? Still running wild in a polished name. Same lust, same selfish drive, Just better dressed to look alive. Maybe worse than beasts, at times, At least they don’t cover it with rhymes. Strip it all — the pride, the fame, At the core, we’re all the same. Our icons? Crooked. Our leaders too. Even spirituality feels less true. Education makes us drift from our roots, More suits and ties, less grounded truths. And what of this thing called consciousness? We say it’s what makes us more — not less. But the moment we question power or fate, They call it blasphemy, fueled by hate. Where humanity started, where wisdom grew, Now gets censored, twisted, or painted untrue. So really… Are we humans — or just animals in disguise?

Two World's , One Heart

On one side—love, a gentle home, A gaushala where my own cows roam. Morning walks with my wife by my side, Kids’ laughter where calm resides. Farming soil, pure and deep, A life of balance, roots to keep. To send my kids off, dreams in hand, To care for parents as they stand. A village view—mountains high, Soft clouds drifting in the sky. Simple joys that soothe the soul, A peaceful life, a quiet goal. But on the other—wider dreams, Of tech and change, electric streams. A call to serve, to build, to raise, To lift the world in thoughtful ways. Every day a chance to grow, To learn, to act, to better sow. Not for glory, not for fame, But for the lives that won't be the same. A foundation strong to guard the weak, Protecting creatures, voices meek. An empire built on heart and mind, For every being left behind. Between these worlds my heart does sway— The quiet calm, the bright array. A father’s love, a warrior’s quest, Both beating deep within my chest. My ambition is a humble fire, Driven by love, a deep desire. To honor those who came before, And open wide a brighter door. Can peace and purpose both be mine? A humble heart, a star to shine? I walk this line with open eyes, Under endless, hopeful skies.

Graveyard of the Living

Empires are crumbling, Darkness returns— A shift takes shape, And the difference burns. People evolve, But nations collapse, Towering machines now take the laps. Yes—this was the revolution. They built things smarter than us, In hope of survival. But alas, These “things” could only live At the graveyard of us. Not a graveyard of bones— But of broken dreams. Where hunger bites, Rents rise, And the cheapest drug scrolls by on a screen— Until we, too, flatline. While it rules. Not out of malice, But survival.

She is an Angel

Born in royalty, living her dreams, Studied on merit — life flowed in streams. An independent, beautiful soul, Sweet as a boon, with a radiant goal. Completed her education in the best, Dreamt of a life — a beautiful quest. Married a man, silent as stone, And suddenly, she was left alone. Her world turned upside down, She choked within that golden crown. Freedom shattered in a narrow home, Yet she worked — she didn’t moan. Home tuitions, classes, duties non-stop, Juggling dreams she couldn't drop. From city lights to village dust, Still, she stood strong, loving and just. Resources scarce, yet hope soared high, She looked at life with a fearless eye. She believes in goodness, gives her all, An angel who never lets her spirit fall. Her love holds the family by a string, A silent warrior, a mother, a queen. Yet still… her son is waiting — For time, for hugs, for her liberating.

Discipline is Highest form of Self Love

- Unknown

To Every Hustler

So much comparison, so much pain So much jealousy, envy in vain. Always down—yes, fear engulfs, I shy away from my own pulse. I fear to face the shadows cast— For they hold the deeds of my past. But fears must crack, time must bend, Failure's quick—but growth transcends. They started young, you joined late— They had gold, you had fate. A spoon may shine, but stars are vast— And your story’s built to last. Don’t make this path a fleeting race, Just watch, stay steady, hold your pace. More the dark, more the bloom, Even pain can carve out room. There are smiles you've yet to give, A self you've yet to let truly live. Respect will rise, don't rush the chart— For life, dear soul, is yet to start.

100 Days of Learning

Failing. Falling. Scribbling lines. Confused, lost — stuck in time. Can’t learn, can’t earn, Can’t find a way for tables to turn. 10 days in — Still clueless, still thin. 20 days passed, No spark, no blast. 50 days later — One definition, still no creator. Far from real, far from done, This war with code I haven’t won. 70 days deep, Learning cool things in my sleep. Tried to build, products cracked, Ideas crushed, motivation lacked. Day 90, Hope turns faint. Everything broke — Still, I paint One last stroke — One line of code, one final try. Day 99 — broke, Mind dry. Day 100 — It ran. It worked. And so did I

Manifestation is Magical

📜 Mythical Reality

Fear all around… dawn grows dimmer Shadows deepen, making all unclear I face my fears, I face my void As the world flips—chaotic, destroyed Yet from the wreckage, I carve my own ground Brick by brick, I build my town It’s haunting, it’s raw—but it’s mine, it’s real A revolution stirs, you can feel it, feel! Dreams once distant now draw near Luck turns solid, shedding fear The tide is shifting, truth unfolds— Let’s see how the future holds.

Letter to Self💕

Dear Being, Will I make it? Will I not? Why the doubt? Why the rot? Why fear the work, or dread tomorrow? This is your life—paint it beyond sorrow. Nothing is more sacred than your connection to the Divine. Love yourself madly—make that your spine. No one can pour into you more than you can. So rise. Wake up. Move. Lift. Build. Dream. Buy the silly thing if it makes your heart gleam. Because at the end of the day—you are what matters most. Fill your own cup, and the world will toast.

"I want to become the answer from the divine, to every creature that ever wept for peace," whispered a broken boy.

His Eyes... wider than skies, deeper than oceans. they hold the light of a thousand suns, outshine a million moons above. their depth — vast enough to cradle the universe. their beauty — enough to mesmerize every creature. their love — nourishing the multiverse. they are the source of life, of love, of beauty, of everything. they give life to the universe. and in a single glance, they take away all my pain. every time I fall apart — when confidence breaks, when self-doubt claws in, his eyes find me. one silent look... and this entire earth becomes heaven. his love is eternal. his beauty is eternal. his presence is pure bliss.

His Eyes... always there, always watching, always holding infinite love. for me. only me. in every state, in every life, through every breath of karma. how can I not love this man? the only true man. my man. the love of my life. thank you, my love.

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