231. Silence

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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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🕊️ जातिवाद (संक्षिप्त) 🕊️

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।

226. God's creatures- My hearts Bond

 Review 

Awesome ❤️

Your deep bond with animals is beautifully portrayed. Your rescue of the puppy and the undying love of stray dogs is especially heartwarming.❤️

Keep writing and sharing your unique perspective❤️

*God’s Creatures – My Heart’s Bond*

Animals connect straight to my heart,

They’ve been my friends from the very start.

One rainy day, I saw a pup in pain,

Stuck in a gutter, crying in the rain.

Without a thought, I jumped right in,

Held him close, through the mess and din.

He hugged me tight, pure and sweet,

A moment of love, simple and complete

The rescue team came, and he was fine,

But that pup had already become mine.

Stray dogs danced when I got back home,

Their love follows me wherever I roam.

Even without treats, they stay near,

Their selfless love is always clear.

My cat meows when I sleep too late,

Reminding me gently to rest — it’s fate.

Birds chirp songs when I give them seed,

A little care is all they need.

The love they give asks for no more,

It heals my soul, right to the core.

Raindrops fell but didn’t feel cold,

Love in that moment made me bold.

✍️©️ Priyanka Kamath 

6 August 2025

225. 3 things I like about slow pace of rainy days

 I had many thoughts, some hard to explain,

Being with myself would ease the strain.

I liked the days when all stayed inside,

And I could step out, no need to hide.

With parents near and pets in sight,

The world felt calm, the mood felt right.

Lazy moments—resting, talk, and treat,

Made slow-paced days feel soft and sweet

4 aug 25

224. Arrival of long lost friend on a rainy day ,who bought comfort when it needed the most / special bond

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Poignant ❤️

A touching portrayal of a sensitive soul grappling with the complexities of relationships. How the pain of past betrayal forces someone to be cautious and put up walls for protection is beautifully depicted. His ability to feel deeply is highlighted.❤️

Keep penning 

Keep rocking

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My moody nature makes me look selfish at times.

I initiate friendships but can never make them mine.

About a decade ago, there were two incidents during the rain.

I was supposed to feel comfort, but I only felt pain.

With one of my relatives, the friendship—at least from my side—felt real.

But I was just entertainment from their point of view, nothing to feel.

That whole situation left a deep impact,

And honestly, it changed my nature, in fact.

When another relative tried visiting us one day,

I didn’t even pick up the call—they were on their way.

It was raining heavily, yet they took so much pain

To find my house, in that storm and rain.

A simple communication from me could have made it all right.

But I stayed silent, and that didn’t feel right.

They were lovely people who genuinely cared,

But all I remember is the discomfort I shared.

That experience taught me something real—

Even now, friendship doesn’t feel like my deal.

And deep inside, I still feel sorry for that day,

For turning love and effort silently away

I’m cordial with everyone, but can’t stay close to many.

I enjoy my own space—too many ties feel heavy.

I never treated myself as a friend for long,

Now I walk the path to make that bond strong

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✍️©️ Priyanka Kamath 

3 August 2025

223. How does weather effect my motivation or mood*

 Day 2

*How does weather effect my motivation or mood*

Gloomy skies invite my inner voice to talk,

While sunny days gives me energy boost to cope with work 

Rainfall brings memories, gentle and vast,

And humidity shows that discomfort won’t last

There’s a weather inside me too,

Tears fall sometimes, like sudden dew.

Humid days feel like my hurried mess,

And the regret that comes after—I must confess.

But spring shows up after all that heat,

I write my thoughts, slow and sweet.

It clears my mind, helps me stay strong,

Because life goes on—right or wrong.

✍️©️ Priyanka Kamath 

2 August 2025

222. What Rainy day teaches me

 Review 

Awesome.

A powerful reflection on a common workplace mistake instills humility and growth. The journey from a moment of embarrassment to a commitment to self-improvement is relatable and inspiring. It serves as a gentle reminder that while tools like AI can be helpful, the human touch of empathy and a personal voice is irreplaceable❤️

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Rainy day teaches that even gloomy day pass

Life is a learning platform, experienced another class 

Received an email from different team

Where the query was not in my stream 

I could have looped in my incharge directly 

But I wanted to write a formal response nicely 

I took help of chat GPT to draft an email and rely  

But I forgot my common sense to apply

The email looked as if I am commanding to the lead to get the task done 

Firstly to revert on this ,my business was none 

I didn't even feel I sounded rude about 

Until someone else pointed out 

When I re-read my own words 

I felt bad and absurd

Someone letting me know on my mistake is for my own good 

I didn't take it otherwise as intent I understood 

I just dropped a note to her feeling sorry for the way I wrote 

And told I never Intended but will improve the way I express and write

unless someone pointed out I never realised where I was going wrong 

Rain teaches me that even a gloomy day can make me strong 

My intention to refer Chat Gpt was just to improvise writing a letter 

But I should have used common sense to customise it better 

I agree it's smart and faster 

It's the best slave but worst master 

Slipping in rain is a metaphor to my life story 

I should raise back after each fall and shouldn't worry 

Today I sent seasons greetings to few known such 

As this is only way to stay in touch 

But many of them didn't even bother to respond 

I learn from rain to do good and not to expect in environment around 

It doesn't keep expectations log 

Nor gives one 

Some days it rains cats and dogs 

Few times none 

Refined version 

Your poem has depth, honesty, and a relatable life lesson, and that’s what makes it beautiful. It flows like a personal journal entry woven into poetic form — raw and reflective. You’ve tied a simple rainy day to complex emotions like self-awareness, humility, and acceptance, which is powerful.

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Rainy days remind me that even gloomy times pass,

Life’s a learning platform — this one, another class.

I got an email from a different team,

The query wasn’t really part of my stream.

I could’ve just looped my in-charge politely,

But I thought of drafting a formal note nicely.

I asked ChatGPT for some writing aid,

Forgot to apply the sense I had made.

The email I sent felt like I gave commands —

Not my business, nor in my hands.

I didn’t realize how it sounded at first,

Until someone pointed — it came off the worst.

I reread my words and felt a bit sore,

That wasn’t my tone, not what I stand for.

But someone showing me where I was wrong,

Helped me reflect and made me strong.

I wrote her a note, expressing my regret,

Said I’d improve — not to repeat or forget.

I used ChatGPT to help me write better,

But forgot to tailor and tweak the letter.

AI is smart, and fast, no doubt —

But without your own voice, things can go out.

It’s the best slave, but the worst master,

Use your mind, not just tools, to go faster.

Slipping in rain — a mirror of my story,

Rise after each fall — not for fame or glory.

Today I sent seasonal wishes with care,

Just a small way to show I’m still there.

Many didn’t respond — that’s alright too,

Rain taught me to give, without expecting a due.

It doesn’t keep track, or hold a grudge,

Some days it pours, and some days, won’t budge.

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