TheHeartFromYourHate

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Where Ophelia walks in peace

If a heaven exists and by some mercy I am permitted to step into it I doubt it would resemble the images depicted in texts – no golden avenues, no ceaseless hymns, no far-off luminous throne. My heaven would be a Shakespearean Eden, a realm composed of words that live, yearn and adore. Each gust would carry verses. Every quiet moment would resonate with emotion. Even the silences between…

Where Ophelia walks in peace

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Feast of blossoms

IN MANGALORE, SEPTEMBER MORNINGS CARRY THE SOUND OF HYMNS CHILDREN IN WHITE AND BLUE WALK WITH BASKETS IN HAND, THEIR FINGERS SMELLING OF HIBISCUS, JASMINE, AND MARIGOLD. THE CHURCH COURTYARD BREATHING WITH PETALS BEFORE THE ALTAR. WE KNEEL, AND IN THE HUSH OF THE CROWD, THE RUSTLE OF FLOWERS BECOMES A PRAYER OF ITS OWN. EACH OFFERING IS SMALL, FRAGILE, YET TOGETHER THEY SWELL INTO A CARPET…

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The patience of shadows

She walks in silk, Not fury, No – Not rage with teeth or fire to throw. She hums a tune so soft, so slow, That even guilt forgets to go. She wears red lips, but smiles cold, Her eyes are poems never told. Not justice, no – that’s much too kind, She deals in debts the heart designed. She waits. She watches. She never begs. She crosses days like spider legs. She does not shout or break…

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So far gone

I feel myself slipping—not in a scream,but a quiet, unnoticed fade.Hope, once a flame,is now a dying ember,and I don’t believe anymorethat life can be kind.That I can be light. I’ve started to forgetwhy I held on so tightly,why I chose breathwhen silence seemed easier. Pieces of me fall away,like leaves in late autumn—my thoughts once sharpnow blur at the edges.My pride has vanishedinto…

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Into the painted night: a journey with Van Gogh

I never intended to enter another realm. All I did was open a door. It so wasn’t special—just an old, nearly forgotten door tucked behind a dusty shelf in a neglected corner of the library. The paint was chipped, the wood worn thin, and the handle cold and dull like aged brass. But when I turned it, a strange kind of light spilled out. Not sunlight. Not any artificial glow. It shimmered and…

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Why Orpheus turned back

“Don’t look back,” they said. But how could he not? When Orpheus descended into the underworld, it wasn’t for glory, or to prove his music could move gods and shadows. He came down broken, carrying nothing but grief in his throat and love in his fingers. His Eurydice had died too young, too soft for such a cold ending, and what was the world without her in it? The trees stopped swaying, birds…

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Carrying you in my bones

I do not wear you on my sleeve. I carry you deeper— in the lattice of my ribs, in the marrow that softens and screams beneath. You are the ache in my back when the world stands too tall. You are the hush in my knees before they fall. Not memory—no— you are presence. A permanence too dense to forget. They say time heals. But they do not know how your absence calcified inside me, how…

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Before the Bell

I was someone once—before the ticking began, before the walls closed in like a timed embrace, soft palms turning to iron, wrapping around my ribs till breath became memory. There was music once—I think. Laughter that didn’t come laced with guilt. Hands that sketched stars instead of trembling at a desk. I had dreams, wild and feral, not caged birds mouthing answers behind barred…

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An hour after the roast

It was prawn ghee roast—fragrant, dark red, glistening in oil and spice. I hadn’t planned on eating it, but the aroma curled into my senses—warm, intoxicating, like nostalgia I’d never lived. So, I picked one up. It was delicious—rich and smoky, the kind of flavor that clings to your fingertips, that settles into your memory. The ghee had melted into the flesh, and the spices danced across my…

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Turbulence and Trust

Seatbelt locked in. Table upright. Baggage stowed. Waiting for lift-off. The engine hums, a deep, rumbling growl that crescendos as we surge forward. The runway blurs beneath us. I feel the vibrations climb from my feet to my chest, rattling my very core. Then—liftoff. The pressure shifts; my ears pop. For a fleeting moment, it feels like my soul has untethered from the earth, soaring…

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Departures And Arrivals

How can one place hold both excitement and loneliness? As I stand here once again, the thought lingers in my mind. In mere moments, I’ll be swept away to someplace new, And in a few days or weeks or months even, I may return, or perhaps never at all. Around me, departures and arrivals blur into a quiet symphony— Soft goodbyes tangled with hopeful hellos, Footsteps hesitating before…

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When A Star and A Human Fall In Love:

It is, by all known laws of the universe, an impossible love. Mathematically, the variables required for them to even meet are so infinitesimal that their encounter feels like fate. A star would have to travel trillions of kilometers—something no star could ever do in its lifetime—just so a human could touch its light, feel its presence, and be surrounded by the electromagnetic field that makes…

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She who burns bright

You were born with lightning braided into your hair, With the howl of the wind stitched into your ribs. They will try to quiet the storm in your blood, Press their hands against your fire, Insist that flames should flicker, never rage. They will warn you in honeyed voices, Words wrapped in velvet but sharp as glass. They will call you reckless for running too fast, For laughing too…

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A place we cannot hold

I once stitched dreams with steady hands, Patched up teddy bears with bandage rolls, Spoke of healing like a song I knew by heart, Scribbling tomorrows in crayon and gold. Back then, the world was smaller, softer— Chalk-lined streets, sunlit floors, Laughter tumbling like autumn leaves, Time slipping slow as whispered dreams. Everyone was home. Mom in the kitchen, Dad on the…

A place we cannot hold

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Silent Battles

You were there when no one else was, The only thing that could quiet the storm raging inside me. You dulled the ache, wrapped me in numbness, Made me forget the weight pressing down on my chest every single day. But then you took more than just the pain. You seeped into my thoughts, my body, my soul. You became the only thing that kept me moving, and I let you. You stole my family, my…

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Dark passenger

Do my shadows follow me, . Do my shadows follow me, Or do I chase them into the void, Drawn to the silence they whisper, A lullaby of sorrow only I can hear? I see darkness and feel familiarity, Like an old friend I never meant to keep, A presence etched into my ribs, Woven into the marrow of my being. I walk through empty streets at dusk, Where streetlights flicker but never shine, Where…

Dark passenger

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SONG OF THE DAY :

Let The World Burn by Chris Grey

Released as a single in March 2024

Contemporary R&B

The recurring phrase, “I’d let the world burn for you,” conjures an image of unrelenting obsession, as if the protagonist stands amidst an inferno, watching the world turn to ash with unwavering eyes—willing to sacrifice everything, so long as their love endures.