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I could speak it plain, with nothing to hide, No filter, no twist, just truth untied. It may strike you hard, like a heavy stone, But it's the path to what you’ve always known. Or I could weave it gentle, soft as air, With compassion’s thread, handled with care. Let the unspoken truth quietly unfold, So you can grasp it, steady and bold. May I hold the truth, wrapped it disguise, With words that hide and words that rise. I dress it up, half in light, half in shade, So I may shine in the mask I've made. Yet sometimes, with colors that aren’t mine, I paint the truth as a whispered lie. A canvas of hues, my created frame, Where truth grows dim and shadows claim. In the end, no matter how it’s spun, The truth will stand, when all is done. Whether in daylight or shadowed hue, It’s the path that will lead back to you.

We've all been there—attached to a thing, habit, or person, even though deep down, we know it's time to let go. Overcoming that attachment can seem impossible, and finding freedom from it feels like a distant dream. While many people can teach us how to love, very few can guide us on how to detach from that feeling. Yet, unloving is just as crucial and requires its own unique set of steps. Enter the Art to Unlove, a process that stands for Acceptance, Resilience, Trust, Tolerance, Understanding, and finally, Loving. Though not foolproof, these steps offer a pathway worth exploring for anyone seeking to break free from unhealthy attachments. Acceptance: Embracing Reality The first step in unloving is Acceptance. This means facing the truth head-on and acknowledging the reality of your situation. Whether it's a habit harming you, a thing you need to let go of, or a person who is no longer right for you, acceptance is about confronting these truths without resistance. By accep

I'm the side character, not the one in the light,  Supporting the hero, guiding their flight.  I give them motives, connect the dots,  Helping their story, with all I've got.  In shadows I stand, vital yet unseen,  A quiet force, where they've always been.  My part may be small, but it’s crucial indeed,  Without me, their journey would not succeed. Though important, I'm rarely recognized,  The hero forgets, and my role is disguised.  No praise or glory comes my way,  Yet I stay true, through night and day.  In their quest for fame, I fade from view,  But my dedication remains ever true. I'll play my part, with heart and grace,  Ensuring their story finds its rightful place.

कभी तुम्हें लगाव देखना हो,  तो मेरे से मेरे शहर का नाता देख लेना,  जहां मेरी सारी नादानियां सही जाती है,  मेरी हर एक शिकायत सुनी जाती है। कभी तुम्हें सुकून समझना हो,  तो मेरे नजरों में मेरा शहर देख लेना,  जहाँ की हर गली में मेरा एक किस्सा था, और वहाँ हर ख्वाब में मेरा भी हिस्सा था। कभी तुम्हें प्यार महसूस करना हो, तो शहर के पहले इश्क की कहानी देख लेना, मेरे इजहार, उसके इनकार का एहसास करना, पर उस अधूरी बात को वहीं छोड़ के आना। कभी तुम्हें घर की याद सताए, तो मन में बसा मेरा शहर देख लेना, जिसकी छाप मेरी आदतों में महसूस हो, जिसकी सादगी मेरी रूह में बसती हो। कभी मैं खो जाऊं और तुम मुझे ढूंढो, तो मेरे शहर का रास्ता देख लेना, मैं उन राहों पे सहरता हुआ मिलूंगा, शहर में अपना घर फिर बसाता हुआ मिलूंगा।