AN INTROVERT EMPATH🙏

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  • TO THE WOMEN BEHIND OUR NAME ~

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    Mother ~ a soul woven from sacrifices and grace,

    Bearing every storm with a gentle face.

    Married at eighteen,still tender in age,

    Yet life handed you responsibilities beyond your page..

    By twenty two, a mother of two,

    Learning the world while teaching us too.

    I still remember those weekends away,

    Heavy rainfalls trying to block the way.

    Strong winds roared beneath darkened skies,

    Yet father still still drove us beneath uncertain skies.

    Not for comfort,not for display,

    But so we would learn our roots one day .

    To sit beside grandmother,hear stories untold,

    And understand that love grows deeper with old.

    They taught us home alone is not build by man or women alone,

    But by two hearts standing side by side ,

    Carrying every burden with patience and pride.

    Once father was a son to his mother too,

    Then life turned, and he became shelter for you .

    How beautiful the cycle of love appears,

    Flowing through generations across the years.

    To my late grandmother ~

    You raised your son with such honesty and grace ,

    That today when people speak of him with admiration,

    We understand what greatness truly takes.

    What we call in hindi “SAHRAWAN BETA”

    A son praised and respected by society itself –

    That honour belongs to you first .

    Not because we say it,

    But because the world witnessed the values you planted in him ,

    Every respect he earned,every life he touched,

    Carries the reflection of your upbringing.

    A mother’s love is sacred and rare,

    No love in this world could ever compare.

    A symbol of devotion, grace and care,

    Giving her all, while leaving herself bare.

    Today the world may move fast and far,

    Yet you taught us never to forget who we are.

    Not wealth,not riches,nor name to claim,

    But roots,relationships and family name .

    Happy Mother’s day to the hearts of our home,

    Who taught us no matter how far we roam,

    The greatest blessing life could ever prove,

    ” IS A FAMILY HELD TOGETHER BY LOVE “.

    ~ MILAN PATHANIA

  • before you bow to idols , remember who raised you ~

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    never forget the hands that raised you,

    the voices that guided, the hearts that shaped you.

    listen to them- not out of duty alone,

    but for the love in seeds they’ve sown.

    be obliged, not by force,but by grace,

    for they gave you life,your time,your place.

    what is family,if not to stand,

    in their highs and lows,hand in hand?

    through every fall,through every rise,

    they stand beside you,no compromise.

    no “ifs”, no “buts”, no turning away,

    just holding your hand,come what may.

    if you cant feel what their silence hides,

    or see the tears they softly disguise,

    if you cant sense what they go through,

    then what meaning does “family” hold for you ?

    they wait for you in moments small,

    in quiet corners,in every call.

    not asking much-just time ,just care,

    just to feel that you are there.

    but somewhere along,the meaning got lost,

    values faded, no matter the cost.

    this generation,in haste to grow,

    forget the roots that helped them glow.

    and yet today, hearts turn so cold,

    stories of love remain untold.

    do we forget what they’ve been through,

    or ignore the pain we put them through?

    how can one walk away so far,

    from those who made them who they are?

    who poured their life,their every breath,

    but are left alone in their quiet unrest.

    they are your protectors,your silent shield,

    not predators,as the world may yield.

    they are your strength,your sacred guide,

    the truest form of love you”ll find .

    so before you search the skies above,

    or bow to idols in the name of love-

    look within your home,you”ll find them there,

    your living gods,beyond compare.

    for when all fades,and shadows fall,

    its their silent prayers that carry it all.

    ~milan pathania

  • letters that still feel

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    WORDS MAY LIE, BUT LETTERS RARELY DO,

    FROM DISTANT MILES,THEY CARRY WHATS TRUE.

    INK SPILLS EMOTIONS- BOTH SAID AND UNSAID,

    ECHOES OF HEARTS ON PAPER ARE SPREAD.

    LAST EVENING QUIET,ALONE ON THE COUCH,

    MY TEARS SOFTLY FELL- I COULDNT AVOUCH,

    CAUGHT IN DILEMMA,TORN DEEP WITHIN,

    TO REPAIR WHAT IS BROKEN – OR FEAR HOW IT IS SEEN

    FOR ONCE I HAD LIVED WHAT THEY TRY TO CONVEY,

    WHEN EVERTHING SHATTERS AND SLIPS FAR AWAY.

    THE DREAMS THAT WE WOVE,SO TENDER, SO TIGHT,

    START FALLING APART IN THE SILENCE OF NIGHT.

    I KNOW HOW IT FEELS WHEN HOPE TURNS TO DUST,

    WHEN LOVE LOSSES GROUND, WHEN FAITH STARTS TO RUST,.

    HOW CAN I BE SO RUTHLESS,HOW CAN I NOT SEE,

    THE WEIGHT OF A HEART THAT TRUSTED IN ME?

    HOW CAN I BREAK WHATS ALREADY BEEN TORN,

    A SOUL FINDING LOVE AFTER BEING SO WORN?

    IF DESTINY CALLS ME A HEALER TO BE,

    THEN I’LL ANSWER IT FULLY,I’LL SET THAT HEART FREE.

    NO MATTER THE WHISPERS,THE WORLD’S PASSING VIEW,

    I WILL STAND BY WHATS KIND,BY WHAT FEELS TRUE.

    IF I HOLD THE POWER TO BLOOM WHAT’S DEAD,

    TO BREATHE LIFE IN PLACES WHERE SILENCE HAS SPREAD,

    THEN LET ME CHOOSE GENTLY,WITH CARE FROM THE START-

    TO HEAL,NOT TO SHATTER,A ONCE BROKEN HEART.

    ~ MILAN PATHANIA

  • IN THE QUIET BEFORE DAWN

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    One girl among thousands, steady and tall,

    Not there to fit-but to rewrite it all.

    For her father’s name, for dreams held tight,

    She turns every dawn into her right.

    The world may question,pause and stare,

    “What brings a girl to labour there?”

    But dreams dont bend to small voices,

    She rises early-to rise above all.

    No crown,no noise, no grand acclaim,

    Walking a path not built for the same.

    A field long ruled by voices of men,

    Yet she steps forward,again and again.

    No occupation is gender-defined,

    It’s built by hands,by will, by mind.

    Women have shattered the walls once high,

    Unclipped their wings,learned how to fly.

    Not for fame, not to be seen,

    But for her father,and what he dreamed.

    Before the world even starts to rise,

    She’s already there- becoming wise.

    ~ MILAN PATHANIA

  • INK WHERE SHOULDERS ONCE WERE

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    Last night I paused the world I carry

    Stepped away from the noise,the daily hurry .

    To sit with myself,to quietly see-

    What is it that’s missing within me ?

    And there it was,soft yet loud-

    Not ambition,not the crowd.

    But a family-gentle and near,

    Soft voices I long to hear.

    It is not the same, how it used to be,

    I miss the old us

    The warmth of onesness,safe and true-

    A world that only belong to us at times.

    I dont have a shoulder to lay my weight on,

    I dont have hands to hold me through,

    So I hold this pen,and write it to you .

    Now i carry pieces you left behind ,

    I have the other half of you to nurture , to protect-

    She was your strength,your silent grace,

    Now I see you- in her face.

    Her fragile smiles,her hidden pain-

    I hold her close through loss and rain.

    At times I shatter , I fall apart,

    But then I see her- your living heart.

    For every sacrifices you both have made,

    For every silent price you paid-

    I promise papa, I’ll walk it right,

    I’ll shield your other half through every abyss,

    And give your dreams a living light.

    Every tear finds ink on this paper’s skin,

    Every silence echoes the storm within.

    If I cant rest my head where you once stood,

    I rest in memories, where you always could.

    So I write ,Papa…. what I cannot say,

    Folding my pain in lines that stay.

    If the world feels empty and too unfair,

    I find you,somehow – in every word I share.

    ~ MILAN PATHANIA

  • DREAMS THAT WAKE EMPTY

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    IN QUIET NIGHTS,WHEN WORLD IS STILL,

    YOU VISIT MY THOUGHTS AGAINST MY WILL.

    UNHEARD YOUR VOICE, UNSEEN YOUR GRACE,

    YET MIDNIGHT SOFTLY BRINGS BACK YOUR FACE.

    I WAKE UP WITH PAST ,IT FLOODS MY SIGHT,

    A FUTURE WITHOUT YOU-MY ENDLESS NIGHT.

    HOW HEAVY THIS HEART,HOW SILENT THE CRY,

    STILL ASKING THE STARS THE REASON WHY.

    HOW QUICKLY LIFE SHATTERED,SLIPPED FROM MY HAND,

    ONE MOMENT TOGETHER,THE NEXT UNPLANNED.

    PAPA I WASNT READY TO LET YOU GO,

    THERES SO MUCH YOU LEFT ME TO FACE ALONE

    ~MILAN PATHANIA

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    IN THE BABY LIES THE FUTURE OF THE WORLD,MOTHER MUST HOLD THE BABY CLOSE SO THAT THE BABY KNOWS IT S HIS /HER WORLD.BUT THE FATHER MUST TAKE HIM TO HIGHEST HILL SO THAT HE CAN SEE WHAT HIS WORLD IS LIKE .

    I AM NOT ONE FOR MANY WORDS ,SO I WILL KEEP IT LOW,

    A HEAVY THROAT , A HEART THAT ACHES MORE THAN I SHOW .

    I DONT KNOW WHY I FEEL THIS WAY TONIGHT, PAPA

    MY WORLD WAS BRIGHTER WHEN YOU WERE MY AURA .

    NO SHIELD ABOVE ME ,JUST CLOUDS DARK AND WIDE ,

    HEAVY WINDS WHISPER ,AND I STAND WITH NO GUIDE .

    LOST IN MY THOUGHTS, ASKING WHY LIFE FEELS SO CRUEL,

    WHY PAIN WRITES LESSON NO HEART EVER CHOSE TO SCHOOL .

    BUT EVERY BREATH I TAKE , EVERY STEP I CLAIM ,

    IS JUST FOR YOU PAPA – TO CARRY YOUR NAME .

    TO RISE THROUGH YEARS , THROUGH TIME’S ENDLESS SPAN ,

    YOUR LEGACY LIVES ON- IN THE STRENGTH I BEGAN

  • THIS SONG WILL MAKE YOU WANT TO CALL YOUR DAD

    I was just a kid, didn’t know the weight,Saw my dad grind hard, never saw the hate.Early mornings, late nights, tired eyes,Still he smiled for us, …

    THIS SONG WILL MAKE YOU WANT TO CALL YOUR DAD
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