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You think the devil has horns?   He doesn’t. He has a face like yours. Like mine. It has been seven days since we left home. Seven days since I lied to Ma. Told her this was just a vacation, just a chance to breathe, just a chance to get away from the city choking me alive. She didn’t believe me — Ma never does — but she lets me go anyway. She always lets me go. She has this look in her eye, like she knows I am not just going to the next town over. Because I left with a reason. We left with a reason. Something bigger than us. Something based entirely on assumptions. But reasons bleed out like everything else. Yesterday, whatever we were running for — running toward — died in the gutter with the rest of the world. Because yesterday the radio announces Partition. And that is the end of everything. Overnight, the world turned feral. Neighbors turned into marauders with the easy shrug of a shoulder. Shopkeepers who used to smile at me started looking at me like I...

You are enthralling—beyond compare , A vision majestic, divinely rare . Like mountains rolling ‘neath dawn’s gold flame , The earth bows low at the sound of your name .  You are as captivating as the reddest rose , Whose velvet heart secretly glows .🌹 As astonishing as   meadows baptized by spring’s first rain ,  Where every blade of grass sings life’s refrain . 🌧️ Tender you are as moonlight distilled , Poured over seas where the world is stilled . 🌙 Yet strong like the sun when it conquers the skies , A blazing monarch no shadow defies . As enchanting as fireflies’ shimmering flight , Jewels that glimmer through damp velvet night .🌌 As breathtaking as dew on grass newly born , Glistening diamonds that crown the morn .  Your hair curls and flows like a cosmic stream , A midnight river, woven like a mystical dream . Unrepeatable strokes by God’s own hand , A sanctum the mortal cannot command .  And your eyes—oh, your eyes—divine decree , A sacred scripture o...

Happy Birthday, my twin flame so true , We're one fire divided, yet whole again with  you . Like mirrored sparks in the midnight sky , Together we burn, together we fly . You’re as bright as my joy, as dark as my pain , As fierce as the tempest, as gentle as rain . As clever as shadows, as kind as the dawn , A flawless reflection my soul gazed upon . I wandered the world for a spirit so rare , Found fragments in many, yet none could compare . You echo my laughter, you mirror my view , A sister of spirit—eternal, and true . May our flames never drift, never fall apart , For we are eternity’s masterpiece of art . -- Sarwesh       Make sure to share your reviews and what would you like us post next, in the comments section, Stay tuned to Stormriderzz blogs for more, Have a great day, Cheers. 🍻

In my dream, I saw the moon alone Glowing softly with a darkened throne No stars to hug, no light to lend   But it still shined, it didn't bend I saw a star, away from the rest In a crawled, but no felling blessed Just like me - It stood apart Holding silence in its heart   Behind the moon, the dark stood still , But made its glow more calm and real In dream, The dark give moon its grace In my life my mother takes that place She holds me strong when no one can She stands alone - Both guiding hand and man So when you see the moon so high know Someone made it light the sky   My mother is the dark behind  The Love, The Power, The Silent Shine -- Sakshana     ✨ Your poem has found its home here. The way your words move feels less like ink on a page and more like waves colliding with the sky—raw, alive, and unforgettable. You’ve given us a piece of yourself, and that is the greatest gift a writer can offer.  Thank you for trusting us with your voice. From t...

As the great morning, The sunrises up everyday he is working so hard  And happy. He has a  Dream to follow. That sport was So beautiful. It feels great When we buy a bat, and the  Things for that sport. It is cricket.  It is a great and beautiful game. And the most of the men's happiness is This game. It has “emotions, game spirit, pride and happiness" and it teaches many useful things to us. And men are having so much love for this game. -- N.Harikrishna   ✨ Your poem has found its home here. The way your words move feels less like ink on a page and more like waves colliding with the sky—raw, alive, and unforgettable. You’ve given us a piece of yourself, and that is the greatest gift a writer can offer.  Thank you for trusting us with your voice. From this day forward, your words are part of something bigger, something that rides beyond silence and into the hearts of others.  From now on, You are a StormRider. 🌊⚡

When this world gave me nothing, but pain I couldn't bear, you earned my burden as yours. Wearing the moon yet holding my storms in silence with love on your lips, Even when the world misunderstood me, you embraced me, Your love exceeds what compassion can name, Eyes so divine that soul forgets time itself just to keep looking, You bear the pain of the universe but who shall bear yours? Only after realising that nothing has meaning one truly sees that you exist. You're filled with camphor pleasant fragrance with optimistic energy which holds me beneath to surrender my benevolent lord shiv. And who has ever suffered by trusting you O kind divine! You were the light that found me when the world left me in the dark. “If the world turns dark again I'll walk by the glow of your name. -- T.Nidharsana   ✨ Your poem has found its home here. The way your words move feels less like ink on a page and more like waves colliding with the sky—raw, alive, and unforgettable. You’ve given us...

The stars are shining bright They sparkle in the night . I whisper to the sky that you are very high .   When I travel in a car I travel with the star When the stars begin to come I gently start to hum . I am made of you but I only see a few . When I see you from a tree you are wildly roaming free . Your shining glow is big When I see you between the twig . This is how I feel of you You give us all a lovely view . -- A.Vikas ✨ Your poem has found its home here. The way your words move feels less like ink on a page and more like waves colliding with the sky—raw, alive, and unforgettable. You’ve given us a piece of yourself, and that is the greatest gift a writer can offer.  Thank you for trusting us with your voice. From this day forward, your words are part of something bigger, something that rides beyond silence and into the hearts of others.  From now on, You are a StormRider. 🌊⚡

The King I saw was broken and like a glass; With battles behind and the battles refused; No glory, no cheer, He fell in the dark; Yet rose every time, pushing past years. The King who failed, The King who cried; With a crown of pain upon his head; They mocked his dream, they shut the gate , But he kept walking challenging fate . The King who tried, With fire in soul , Each step ahead, each step wound a goal ; He didn't seem thrones made of gold. He ruled his well The Storm inside himself; The King who did, with silent might ; No need to boast, no need for light . He fought for truth, not for applause A King of purpose, not for laws . So if you fail, don't end the tale, Even kings rise when heroes fail. For the King I saw was just like you; He fell, he rose and saw it through. -- K.P.Vedhik   ✨ Your poem has found its home here. The way your words move feels less like ink on a page and more like waves colliding with the sky—raw, alive, and unforgettable. You’ve given us a piece ...

I walked out of my home, I looked at the sky, The stars were small, The moon was high. There was a silver flash, across the sky, It has veils like a plant, at my glance. The light brightened the sky, which gave us fright. It was fast than sound. It strikes the ground. Across the sky, across the sky, the lightning strikes with flare high -- Joshia Collin     ✨ Your poem has found its home here. The way your words move feels less like ink on a page and more like waves colliding with the sky—raw, alive, and unforgettable. You’ve given us a piece of yourself, and that is the greatest gift a writer can offer.  Thank you for trusting us with your voice. From this day forward, your words are part of something bigger, something that rides beyond silence and into the hearts of others.  From now on, You are a StormRider. 🌊⚡

When I close my eyes and start to see , A world that waits just for me . A place where starts begin to shine , and every dream I make it will be mine . I walk on clouds, I touch the Sky , I will spread my wings and learn to fly . Nothing can stop the things I do , Because my dream will come true . They are inside my heart so deep , they come to me when I'm asleep -- G.Pranesh ✨ Your poem has found its home here. The way your words move feels less like ink on a page and more like waves colliding with the sky—raw, alive, and unforgettable. You’ve given us a piece of yourself, and that is the greatest gift a writer can offer.  This world is yours. You can make this world your dream world. Everything is Possible, you just gotta be reckless and bold. And I'd like to quote Dylan Thomas for you: “Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day;  Rage, rage against the dying of the light." Thank you for trusting us with your voice. From this day...

The girl when I say this unique world, living in this weird planet for years, With dreams and stars that never hide where season change has magic, The mountains tall, the creatures grand, are the only ones I like The oceanic waves that spread my feet The sunlight kisses on my face, A golden light, a warm embrace. I unfolded this gate which blanketed my skin To feel the glow of midday sun. Will I still love it after rest ? Perhaps one day, I'll fade away But this universe will always stay..... -- Sajeena.U    ✨ Your poem has found its home here. The way your words move feels less like ink on a page and more like waves colliding with the sky—raw, alive, and unforgettable. You’ve given us a piece of yourself, and that is the greatest gift a writer can offer.  Thank you for trusting us with your voice. From this day forward, your words are part of something bigger, something that rides beyond silence and into the hearts of others.  From now on, You are a StormRider. 🌊⚡...

The moon comes up in the sky , Shining bright so calm and high It looks at me with gentle light , And stays with stars all through the night . It lights the world without sound , and spreads magic all around . It follows me wherever I go , Soft and quiet with a lovely glow . At night I sit and watch the moon , Hoping it will leave me soon It hides behind the cloud so white ,  Then peaks again with silver light . It makes the sky so cool and blue , And shines on trees and flowers too . -- Akarshana.R     ✨ Your poem has found its home here. The way your words move feels less like ink on a page and more like waves colliding with the sky—raw, alive, and unforgettable. You’ve given us a piece of yourself, and that is the greatest gift a writer can offer.  Thank you for trusting us with your voice. From this day forward, your words are part of something bigger, something that rides beyond silence and into the hearts of others. From now on, You are a StormRider. 🌊⚡  ...

They call us dreamers, full of light and fire But don't see pressure dressed up as desire A thousand voices echo in my head   One mistake and your future dead   The clock's hunter, I'm just its prey Chasing perfecrion every single day I miss the joy of learning slow and wide Now I am a number ranked and tied   So, see not just marks I bring I am a heart still learning how to sing . -- Burhanuddin.I ✨ Your poem has found its home here. The way your words move feels less like ink on a page and more like waves colliding with the sky—raw, alive, and unforgettable. You’ve given us a piece of yourself, and that is the greatest gift a writer can offer. There's power in your words, heartbeat in your lines, and strong longing behind your poem.. Never feel alone, Cause people always look out for you. I became your fan, You will always be cherished for who you are. Wishing you all Happiness, Peace and Success. God Bless You. Thank you for trusting us with your voice. From this da...

 The only voice I hear in my silence. which conveys all my emotions, not to anyone but myself His melodies grows like aurora's flame, so beautiful that I go into dream. His songs hit chromesthesia in my veins, and now I see the sound in golden rains. ‘Kanne Kalaimaane' - haunts my chest, the song which doesn't end - it echoes me. No modern touch, just a vintage feel, which calms my soul. Through the divinity in his voice, I hear what can't be seen by others The symphony only he can compose, not just as a song but destiny's voice - Ilayaraaja - my soul's only choice -- S.G.Elakkia   ✨ Your poem has found its home here. The way your words move feels less like ink on a page and more like waves colliding with the sky—raw, alive, and unforgettable. You’ve given us a piece of yourself, and that is the greatest gift a writer can offer.  Thank you for trusting us with your voice. From this day forward, your words are part of something bigger, something that rides beyond...

 A north pole star that guides me, A man who leads a simple life, A man who works for the welfare of his fam, A man who can be trusted till the last breath of mine, A man with good soul and mind whose mind is off from sin, A constant source of strength and love that knows no end, His wisdom shared, that help our souls rise, Within my heart and soul he'll always dwell, A man who experiences his happiness through mine, A man who wishes only the best for me, A man who is always a shadow who guides me through my darkness, A man who gives me warm support,  A man who has sacrificed most of his dream to witness happiness in me, Many years may come and go, but DAD My love for you knows no end and is always eternal!! --Devasree.S.G   ✨ Your poem has found its home here. The way your words move feels less like ink on a page and more like waves colliding with the sky—raw, alive, and unforgettable. You’ve given us a piece of yourself, and that is the greatest gift a writer can offer....

When winter comes, it is cold But we have something to hold . Which is mother's hand I will hold it till end .   The louder she scold , I will become more bold . Her palm Makes me feel so warm .   The pain she suffered during my birth That's why I am in this earth . Her food is not only eatable , But also palatable . Her womb is my first home. I'm so proud of my mom. --Ashwanth.V  

This is a cold world—bitter, silent, steeped in dread, Where solitude is colder than the words unsaid. And so, at times, you linger where the frost takes hold, Though ice may pierce your bones, you choose to bear the cold.   Two kinds of souls you'll find upon this earth we tread— Not man and woman, good and bad, or heart and head. Not clever minds nor ones that flail and fall apart— But Hot and Warm, the only types that fill the heart . The Hot ones, they offer swift escape from chill ,   A blazing fire that bends the world to passion's will.   They’re radiant, magnetic, thrilling to behold, Alluring, wild, enchanting, beautiful and bold. They shine like beacons, brilliant in the stormy night, Like lamp-lit glass that draws in moths beneath the light.   The fiery souls erupt with scorching fire, A tempest born of surging passion’s ire. They storm your shores with blasts of fierce desire , And leave your tender hopes in crimson pyre.   Their flam...