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Jun 12 · 214
Checkmate
Yashkrit Ray Jun 12
Celebrating too early-
"Resign youhi", he said.
Then made a blunder-
An end to his journey.
The web i spread,
His king, ready to surrender.
Inspired by a real chess match where my opponent starts celebrating too early and taunts me - "resign youhi". But resigns himself later.
Jun 11 · 313
Clock
Yashkrit Ray Jun 11
Going round and round all the way.
Whether you count or not,
I count every second night and day.
Your life's ticking forward, filling like a ***.
The end is not far away.
Just jotting down whatever’s on my mind.
Jun 10 · 281
Try Again
Yashkrit Ray Jun 10
You got a dream,
A spark inside you.
Your eyes got that gleam,
A passion inside you.

Each step is fuel,
The energy inside you.
Hard work’s a tool,
The patience inside you.

The dreams and the desire,
A hope inside you.
Turn the spark into a roaring fire —
You’re one of the few.

Life is full of pain,
The strength inside you.
Try again,
And make your dream come true.
Jun 10 · 495
Fading Away
Yashkrit Ray Jun 10
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).
Jun 9 · 742
Sunrise Unseen
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.
Jun 9 · 327
Not Alone
Yashkrit Ray Jun 9
Sitting like a stone,
Why have we grown?
The moon’s following you,
On the street, walking alone.
Jun 8 · 245
Muted
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.
Jun 8 · 354
JOURNEY
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 —