भीड़ में हर कोई था डरा, इंसानियत कहीं खो गया ज़रा। ना जंग थी, ना कोई वार, फिर भी लहूलुहान हर एक द्वार। एक गिरा, तो सब बढ़ते गए, जैसे दिल पत्थर बनते गए। चलो ऐसा समाज बनाएँ, जहाँ भीड़ में लोग न मर जाएँ।

When homes break, hearts learn the true value of family—the anchor that keeps us from drifting away.

A whisper darting through the green,Where roots and secrets lie unseen,It stitches time with nimble feet,And guards the woods’ wild heartbeat.

Every story is a quiet rebellion, defying time, refusing silence, gathering the broken pieces of us, to build something that never existed.

Habits bloom in silent ways, Shaping nights and guiding days. Little acts, both small and bright, Turn our darkness into light.

"A stubborn heart doesn’t always seek to win—it seeks to remain whole in a world that constantly asks it to break."

Faith is the quiet rebellion of the soul—believing in the unseen, standing firm when the world wavers, and trusting the light even with eyes closed.

There’s something undeniably magical about beach vibes—the way the salty breeze dances through your hair, the sun kisses your skin with warmth, and the rhythmic lull of the waves calms every anxious thought. Time slows down near the shore, as if the world has finally exhaled. Barefoot on the sand, worries seem to sink with each step, leaving behind only freedom, laughter, and peace. Whether it's the golden glow of sunrise over a quiet tide or the vibrant energy of a beach filled with chatter and crashing waves, the beach speaks to the soul in a language of serenity. It’s not just a destination—it’s a feeling, a state of mind where simplicity reigns and joy flows as freely as the ocean itself.

The ocean doesn’t just wash away footprints—it rewrites your soul in saltwater.

In the cradle of soil, young saplings rise, Whispers of green beneath open skies. Roots embrace earth with silent grace, Dreaming of forests in a sunlit embrace.