d_demandasaurus

Asked for cool from fire, for warmth from ice  burned by both, I learned nothing twice. I knew you’d say no. You did. Still, I stood where our shadows used to meet, just for two minutes, just in case the sky changed its mind. No music plays here  no rock, no roll  just my foolish heart still tapping its feet to a beat long gone I've stopped expecting the unexpected, given up the hope that hope might surprise me. But habit is a stubborn dancer  it twirls in circles while I stand still. So once more, I’ll wait at that old bend with nothing in hand and a world in my chest, asking fire to cool me, ice to hold me warm  knowing both will leave me just as they did before. But for two minutes, I’ll still believe Only because I see you In a BBY me 

This… This is another Panipat. Not fought for kings or crowns But for water, for breath, for survival. The war that came before the world ran dry. And now, that war bleeds across borders, like old wounds reopening with fresh salt. We will remember... A meadow murdered A valley that never surrendered Question stripped before bullets A convoy turned coffin. their silence louder than any anthem. Soldiers burned in their own base, in their own sleep,  in their own land. Where uniforms bled while the airbase echoed with gunshots meant to unmake our resolve All turned into battlegrounds. Ten men held a city hostage while the world watched and wept. You call these “incidents”? These are not incidents. These are scars. National wounds with names and dates, Carved into our memory with bullets. And yet We forget to blame the ones who drew the lines. The architects of division, mapmakers of misery. Lines that slice through hearts, homes, history. For them it’s still Mission Accomplished. They...