Khamosiyaan....

The hearts of men, once steady, crumble under the grindstone of despair.   Fear carves deep trenches, hollowing reason, burying honor,   until hands once clean turn black with deeds they swore never to touch.   Desperation is a devil's whisper, soft and relentless,   demanding action, any action—so long as it stains.   A mob is no mere gathering—it is a storm,   a spiral of screams and fists and fury.   Good intentions are swallowed whole,   dragged to the gaping maw of its wrathful core.   Stand apart, and it sees you—   sees you as a threat, an enemy,   a traitor to its boiling cause.   Hesitation is a death knell.   It brands the doubters,   devours them,   or twists them into complicit shades.   The mob roars louder, its voice a thousand blades,   cutting through the air,   cutting through the ...

I am a prince bound by mortal chains,   in love with a princess of shadow and night.   We were drawn to each other, despite what remained—   the curse, the factions, the endless fight. She was a vision in starlit dark,   eyes like blood and lips like flame.   I knew her secret, her unholy mark,   yet my heart burned wild, just the same. I miss her laughter, that wicked spark,   her mischief, her stories, her haunted past.   I’d wait for her in the castle’s dark,   knowing each night might be our last. We met in the tower, under endless stars,   as she showed me wonders, her world unknown.   Together we walked through midnight’s scars,   yet here I am, left alone. I miss the feel of her cold, soft hand,   the touch that froze and set me alight.   Her stories of realms, both cursed and grand,   her secrets shared deep into the ni...

A love so deep, a bond so pure, A flame ignited, forevermore. Thirteen winters, a lifetime’s span, Yet echoes of your love still span. A phantom’s touch, a whisper’s sigh, A longing heart, a mournful cry. Your memory, a bittersweet embrace, A haunting dream, a mournful space. No mortal love could ever compare, To the ethereal bond we shared. A love divine, a sacred art, Forever etched upon my heart. A love so fierce, a passion’s fire, Consuming souls, a wild desire. A love so tender, a gentle kiss, A moment’s bliss, a heaven’s bliss. Though time may pass, and seasons change, My love for you will never estrange. A love eternal, a timeless dream, A love for you, supreme.

Inspired By Kakabhushundi ji *Mahabharata* set in an alternate universe and timeline—where the essence of the epic remains but with darker, war-driven elements and complex karmic cycles—we can create an epic tale that transcends eras. In this universe, four of the Pandavas perish in battle, leaving only Yudhishthira alive. Karna, aware of his true kinship, ultimately decides to revive Yudhishthira, recognizing him as his younger brother and honoring the bond of their shared bloodline. This narrative is steeped in cosmic intricacies, divine silence, and the cyclical nature of karma and dharma. --- ### **1. A War of Unparalleled Magnitude: Alternate Universe, Alternate Dharma** In this new timeline, Dharma has lost its clarity, fragmented by cosmic forces beyond mortal comprehension. Kingdoms rally to the Kaurava side, drawn not by honor but by a thirst for power, making this war a storm of pure ambition. The battlefield is a boundless, churning chaos of chariots, war elephan...

The tale of Arkonid takes a fascinating turn as he chooses Earth, specifically ancient Transylvania, to manifest and begin the next phase of his plan. In 3497 BC, under the guise of a mortal prince, Arkonid is born into a royal lineage, his cosmic essence now tethered to the land of Old Romania. He grows up as a prince of Transylvania, a region filled with deep mysteries, surrounded by legends that seem to resonate with the echoes of his forgotten empire. Arkonid, now a mortal prince, retains only fragments of his true identity. He is unaware of the full extent of his past but is drawn to the ancient cosmic energies that still pulse beneath the Earth. As he matures, he begins to experience visions of the Battle of Xions, the destruction of his once-mighty empire, and the eight great warrior-guardians scattered across the universe, holding the fragments of his divided soul. Transylvania, with its ancient forests, mysterious mountains, and isolated castles, becomes the perfec...

-- Easper, your very name sends a shiver through my soul,   A spark of your thought ignites a fire I cannot control.   Your gaze—oh, those eyes—like a cosmic event in the midnight skies,   They pull me in, endless and deep, where all my dreams rise and die.   You are not just a girl, you are more,   A goddess sent from heaven’s door.   Your beauty, a masterpiece beyond compare,   Each breath you take turns the world into something rare.   Your lips, a temptation I dare not speak,   A touch from them would make the heavens weep.   Your smile, brighter than a thousand suns,   When I see it, my very heart comes undone.   Easper, you are a dream no mortal could ever hold,   An untamed force, divine and bold.   With every step, the stars fall in line,   The earth bends to the rhythm of your timeless design.   I crave you, ...

Mon Amour: A Timeless Ode to Eternal Love