231. Silence

Review 

Excellent ❤️

A deeply introspective poem that effectively portrays a personal journey with poetry. From beginning to write poetry as a means of finding your voice to a moment of disillusionment, and linking it to the struggle between wanting external validation and needing inner authenticity, is beautifully portrayed. ❤️

The use of simple, direct language makes the emotional narrative clear and natural, while the end lines provide a strong sense of hope and a commitment to self-discovery.❤️

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I started my poetry journey two years back 

I had so much to convey my experience stock 

My poetry served as a friend to overcome my silence of lips 

I documented my experience in form of memory clips 

I knew my poetry form isnt very convention type

Yet the motivation used to be didis feedback hype 

By silence had emotions expressed through poem 

Eventually I started using help of AI some

AI made my average poem looked great 

But now I no longer to them relate 

My purpose of initiating write up was to come out of silence 

And expression in my own words were my point of reliance 

I lately felt I am losing my essence 

I was not writing anymore for my self 

My real feelings were captured under fence 

All it radiated was dark silence 

I thought I should take a break from innumerable writing groups I am in peak 

And just focus on writing one poem a week 

A little break can help me from breaking the pattern 

My silence does speak volumes and with new energy I shall return 

i will speak to self and make myself my best friend 

Focus on my healing than being in competition to be the best trend 

Silence within proved powerful for me to realise 

How I can nourish within self to break the noise within and open my eyes. 

Polished version 

I began writing poetry two years ago,

with so much to share, so much to show.

Poetry became my companion,

a way to speak when my lips stayed silent.

I captured my feelings like little memory clips,

though my style was never the usual script.

What kept me going was my sister’s praise,

her words lit up my writing days.

Later, I tried using AI’s hand,

and my poems looked polished, even grand.

But slowly, I felt less connected inside—

my true emotions were forced to hide.

I had started this journey to break my silence,

to rely on my own words, my own guidance.

Yet I began to lose my real voice,

and poems felt empty, not my choice.

So, I’ve decided to pause and step back,

to leave endless groups and reduce the stack.

Just one poem a week, that’s my plan,

to return with fresh energy, truer than I began.

I’ll talk to myself, become my own friend,

seek healing over chasing the trend.

Silence has shown me something profound:

nourishment within helps clear the sound.

Through stillness I’ll find my way,

and open my eyes to a brighter day.

Sri

 I came to know that you both connected,

At first, being uninformed, I felt affected.

If it were something I was meant to see,

You’d have told me with clarity, meant to be.

Since it wasn’t mine to know or keep,

I trust the process, my heart at peace.

She hated me, cursed me—perhaps rightly so,

I was selfish, and I admit my mistakes, sunk low.

Thank you for not naming me in the blame,

For not letting guilt cling to my name.

You freed me from the burden I bore,

A weight of remorse I carried before.

Grateful for the way you protected my space,

Helped me rise from a shadowed place.

I wish you happiness in all that you do,

May life bring kindness and blessings to you.

And regardless of what decisions you seal,

Remember—I’m still your future business partner, for reel.

Final call

Final Call

by Priyanka Kamath

It so happened—I forgot my exam date,

A small mistake that turned into fate.

I didn’t check my hall ticket twice,

Just trusted the mark I made on my calendar in haste.

Later I heard the paper was easy that day,

And guilt with self-blame came my way.

Though I had scored well in the other part,

Being marked absent broke my heart.

That morning, I thought it was a holiday,

I revised my notes and let time slip away.

Then the “what ifs” kept running in my head,

I couldn’t eat or sleep in bed.

I kept asking—how could I miss?

It felt like my last chance had vanished in mist.

But time moved on, I cleared in the next,

And realized it wasn’t as bad as I had guessed.

What once felt like the worst phase of life,

Now seems not worth the endless strife.

The lesson I learnt was clear enough—

Always double-check, never trust once.

And when I lost my parents, my biggest pain,

I knew no exam loss could weigh the same.

So if loved ones leave without a sign at all,

Why worry so much for a missed final call?

230. Sri Krishna Janmastami

 ❤️Happy Srikrihna Janmastami🙏❤️

Review 

Heart-touching ❤️

Beautifully captured the essence of your devotion and personal relationship with Lord Krishna Your words convey a deep sense of gratitude and peace, reflecting a journey from worldly anxieties to spiritual contentment❤️

Keep writing with your heart ❤️

I am candid with you, my Lord,

Grateful that faith in you I could afford.

I was lost in love, in attachment, in greed,

Anxiety a worm within me, eager to breed.

Expectations once froze my heart,

Fulfilled, they craved another start.

Unmet desires brought me despair,

Now loving you is beyond compare.

You always hear my words and emotions,

With you, I cross unending oceans.

When I chant “Radhe Radhe,” I gain more time,

Peace fills my soul — knowing you are mine.

You teach me to let go, not live in distress,

Even my simple food you accept and bless.

I see you in the vast universe,

I hold you close when times turn adverse.

I see you in my smile’s soft light,

I feel you with me on every mile’s sight.

I am in deep love with you, my Lord,

You are bound to me beyond this body’s cord.

It took me years to truly see,

How much you’ve always cherished me.

As a child, I joined Krishnastami at school,

We got sweets, wore tradition, sang bhajans — so cool.

At home, I miss mom’s panchkajaay to relish,

Your birthday celebrated grandly, prasad I’d lovingly finish.

I am grateful to you for choosing me,

You lifted me up when I was losing me.

You lit my path when darkness I could see,

And bound my heart to you for eternity!!!

✍️©️ Priyanka Kamath 

14 August 2025

229. Ganapati

 हर संकट से उबारा,

हर मनोकामना को सँवारा,

माँ-बाप का जीवन बना तेरी लीला का प्यारा नज़ारा,

असीम आभार इस जीवनदान और साथ तुम्हारा,

हे बप्पा, अपनी कृपा-सुधा सदा बरसाना हमारा।

228. The Power of Vermilion

Review 

Splendid❤️

Powerfully conveyed your thoughts by connecting the traditional symbol of vermilion to personal strength and cultural pride.

“Soft in look, yet strong in might”

A beautiful line shows your power of pen❤️

Heart-touching ❤️

Keep writing and sharing your voice❤️

*The power of vermilion*

Vermilion also called kumkum or Sindoor

For me is a sign of strength and confidence pure

I remember when my dad was ill

He asked mom to apply huge vermilion on forehead as it's powerful than pill 

In office attire wearing one also needs skill

Earlier used to be dark and got lighter as city life fill 

After wedding it's recommended to wear 

But initially I was conscious about what ppl think and now I least care 

Daily now I make it a habit to apply 

It not just enhances beautiful but also culture tie

In one of the 16 Srinagar's a womans call

Vermilion is most powerful among them all 

It's believed to have scientific reason to open third eye

To protect spouse and be attracted to him even when time fly

It gives so much faminine vibe

Soft but strong impact to abide 

The Power of Vermilion

Vermilion—kumkum, sindoor bright,

A mark of strength, of love, of light.

For love if my life's long life and care,

Adds beauty with pride, I always wear.

It ties me to my roots each day,

In beauty and culture, it finds its way.

Soft in look, yet strong in might,

It’s my symbol of strength in sight

227. Pious poetry group activity

 *Urmila Laxman sacrifice*

Dooriyo Ka maatra Sahara chand Suraj Raha hoga

Urmila ji ne Raani rehkar bhi Aishwarya na bhoga 

Laxman ji anginat parityag Kiya 

Urmila Ji ne bhi Saha, sang Apne piya

Asahaneeya virah hote hue bhi parityag ko chun Kar jiya

Maun mai bhi prem ki paribhavna inse seekh liya

 

*Jaativad*

Jaativad Ka bhinnata vyavasaai SE Juda tha

Brahman mantra paat karte ,toh khstriya yudh SE Jude the

Vaishya vyaapar ki vritti mai 

Aur Shudra Anya Kriti ityadi mai

Maanav KO maanav samajhna

Jaati KO anyay Ka swaroop na banana

AI polished version 

🌸 उर्मिला-लक्ष्मण त्याग (संक्षिप्त) 🌸

रानी होकर भी उर्मिला ने सुख न अपनाया,

विरह की वेदना को मौन में सजाया।

लक्ष्मण के संग उसने भी त्याग निभाया,

प्रेम का असली अर्थ हमसे पहले समझाया।

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कर्म से जुड़ी थी पहले जाति की पहचान,

ब्राह्मण, क्षत्रिय, वैश्य, शूद्र — सबका था योगदान।

आज ज़रूरत है एकता को अपनाने की

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जाति नहीं, मानवता को मान देने की।