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✨ “Yakshu in the Park of Avenue”

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  Me, Yakshu… in the park of the avenue, where the breeze carries the scent of old rain and untold stories. The benches still remember the weight of forgotten dreams, and the trees whisper names that time has buried. I walked slow, tracing the cracks of the stone pathway, each one holding a memory of the person I used to be. There was a time when my voice filled every silence — I spoke, I explained, I defended myself even when I wasn’t wrong. Every emotion I felt was turned into a sentence, and every sentence was thrown into the air, hoping someone would catch it with care. But they never did. My words fell on deaf ears, bounced off walls of pride, and drowned in the noise of opinions that weren’t mine. Now, as I walk through this park, I hear nothing but my own breath. Silence has become my companion. At first, it scared me — it felt like emptiness, like a room where every echo belongs to regret. But slowly, silence began to shape me. It no longer felt like loneliness; it became...
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"Me Yakshu" seeds of the fences

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  Me Yakshu… in the complicated path of life, I have always walked quietly, holding the weight of my own truths. From the very beginning, my life has been a tangle of feelings and lessons, each step leading me toward a place I could only feel, never see. I never lied. Not to anyone, not even when the world expected me to twist my words or hide my heart. My honesty was not a choice; it was a living part of me, as natural as breathing. And in that truth, I drew boundaries—not walls to shut people out, but fences to protect the integrity of my spirit. People rarely crossed them, not out of fear, but out of respect, because they sensed that the lines I drew were sacred, untouchable, as if the earth itself had carved them for me. In my childhood, I remember the first fences I built, not of wood or wire, but of feelings and silent agreements with myself. The small moments that others considered trivial became my pillars of understanding. I learned early that the world was a mirror reflec...
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The Garden of Yakshu

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  The morning sun had begun its gentle descent upon the earth, scattering its golden waves through the air. Each ray danced like a thread of silk, weaving warmth into the stillness of dawn. I, Yakshu, walked barefoot into my small garden, letting the soil welcome me with its quiet embrace. My steps carried me to the patch where the mint plants thrived. Their fragrance, sharp yet sweet, lifted into the air the moment I brushed my hand across the leaves. I bent closer, inhaling deeply. The mint seemed to whisper into my chest, clearing the heavy corridors of my breath, freshening the weary airways of my soul. In that moment, I felt neutralized, aligned, as though the very rhythm of nature was seeping into me. Every sigh that left me carried away fragments of fatigue, leaving me lighter, softer, more alive. The garden stood still, yet it throbbed with life. My eyes wandered until they fell upon the rose plants. Their green stood bright, but I could see they were waiting, yearning for ...
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Me yakshu "with stranger crack"

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  The Crack in his soul I am Yakshu. My life, after the loss of the one I once cherished, had been a landscape of shadows. I carried sorrow like a cloak, heavy yet familiar, and believed the darkness would stretch on endlessly. Every step, every breath, seemed to echo with the memory of absence, the weight of what I could not reclaim. And yet, life, relentless and indifferent, pressed forward. One morning, I stepped from the small room of my solitude into a larger space. The room was alive, thrumming with the pulse of countless souls, each moving in patterns I could barely decipher. Strangers brushed past me with laughter, whispers, and gestures of everyday life. I walked among them not as participant, but as observer, a silent witness to the currents that carried each of them. And then I saw him. Mubin. He moved as if untethered, a current of energy that could not be predicted or confined. To the world, he was perfect—loving to his family, charming to strangers, untouchable in...
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Keep My heart Untouched

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 **Why are my walls of protection breaking for you? I built them stone by stone, layer after layer, to keep myself safe… to keep my heart untouched. But you — without words, without effort, you slip through the cracks. My defenses melt like sand in water, my strength bends in silence. I don’t know if it is love, or a bond I cannot name… but every time I try to rise above it, I fall again into your unseen gravity.*
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sting me with your love

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  **Never leave me alone in the rhythm of life. Take me with you, wherever your desire flows. I am the form you wish to see, I can become any shape, just to breathe you in. Deep within, my heart aches, seeking only your presence. My ego wrestles with my tears, holding me back from melting into you— but my soul still whispers, never leave me alone.** I don’t know if it is truly you… but all I know is—I need only you. No one can replace this feeling, for it is not a word, it is my very heart woven into you. My flower bed longs only for you… no other bee may wander here. Come, sting me with your love, let your touch be both pain and bliss, and let me bloom only for you.
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deep down my heart

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       deep down my heart, the rain runs through my nerves,      whispering, “wake up” — but don’t. don’t wake me.      i smile and press my face into sleep,      please don’t pour, don’t wash him from my dream.      cuddle me, fold me in your arms like the night,      never leave me alone — i am breathless without you.      rain, please hush your tears, don’t fall and spoil his day,      let him keep the light of mornings that belong to us.      Refrain (soft)      stay — in this quiet, let us belong to the dream; let the world wait outside our sleeping room.
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