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Time flies by,
Everything fades away,
Like a candle burning out,
Watching it decay.
Chasing the light,
Losing the day.
Life and dreams
Fading away.
Everything will eventually fade away like a candle slowly burning out. Its inevitable. So its important to enjoy every second and minute of our life. We always think about our future(chasing the light) and lose our day(present).
Yashkrit Ray Jun 9
A sunrise that no one watches.
Unseen. Unappreciated. Neglected — it dispatches,
From the horizon, looking up at the sky,
Only to see the moon approaching by.
This poem reflects the quiet moments of beauty and hope that often go unnoticed — like a sunrise that no one watches.
Yashkrit Ray Jun 9
If a mirror could fall in love,
It would be you.
If a mirror could stare for hours,
It would stare at you.
If a mirror was to show something,
It would show the light reflected from you.
If that mirror had to introduce itself,
It would introduce you… to you.
More than a reflection — a mirror sees the light in you, just as someone in love sees beyond the surface.
Yashkrit Ray Jun 9
Sitting like a stone,
Why have we grown?
The moon’s following you,
On the street, walking alone.
Yashkrit Ray Jun 8
The clock that does not tick anymore,
The sea that does not soar anymore,
The joy that does not roar anymore—
My soul suddenly went silent;
The body does not feel anymore.
Yashkrit Ray Jun 8
What would a mirror say if it could talk back?
You stare at me as if I only show your looks.
But I reflect the weight your eyes hold.
Cactus is spiky—yet thrives where most life can’t.
Snow is gorgeous, but warmth it lacks.
This poem explores the idea of self-reflection beyond physical appearance.
The mirror sees more than just the surface — it reflects the emotions and truths hidden in our eyes.
Yashkrit Ray Jun 8
Remembering the shadows
Staring at the footprints left behind,
All through the journey—
A heart filled with regrets,
And eyes pouring futility.

Can’t blame the seasons,
No use cursing the mirror.
Life’s been falling like a dried leaf,
And the mind is filled with chaos.

Still, there’s a calmness in the silence,
And regrets hold a deeper meaning.
Fallen leaves enrich the soil—
Where new life begins.

— The End —