“If I can’t win your heart, I’ll steal it and keep it safe with mine.” ❤
Anjali dk
Sometimes love isn’t about winning… it’s about feeling so deeply that two hearts naturally find their way to each other.
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Happy Birthday, my dear heart,
I will always be your sweetheart.
I hope we will never be apart,
Let’s welcome life’s brand-new start.
You always guide me to be kind,
In every struggle, you stay behind.
I am thankful for you,
I know you care for me too.
You will support me till my last breath,
You are essential to my health.
I just want to tell you today,
Please always stay with me this way.
Anjali Dk
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Today arrives the Holi of delight,
My pouch overflows with colors bright.
Crimson, amber, shades untold,
Splashing smiles in hues of gold —
Some glow in red, some shine in yellow bold.
In every lane and courtyard wide,
Sway carefree hearts in festive pride.
Some offer bhang, some gently smear,
“Take no offense — it’s Holi here!”
In children’s hands, water balloons fly high,
Bursting laughter paints the sky.
Once drenched in colors, who can say
Who is stranger, who is our own today?
Our Shyam is bathed in colors divine,
With gulal in hand, chanting Radhe’s name.
Homes and doorways glow so bright,
Adorned in playful shades of light.
O Mohan, color us too in Your grace,
For we are not strangers before Your face.
We belong to You, in heart and soul —
In Your sacred hues, make us whole.
Anjali Dk
And now, the heart speaks in Hindi…
“रंगों में रंगे हम तुम्हारे”
आज है खुशियों वाली होली,
मेरे पास है रंगों वाली झोली।
रंग रंगीले, रंग बिरंगे,
रंग डाले चेहरे सबके,
किसी के लाल तो किसी के पीले।
गली-मोहल्ले में झूमें देखो,
मतवालों की टोली है।
कोई भंग पिलाए, कोई रंग लगाए,
बुरा न मानो, होली है।
बच्चों के हाथों में
पानी वाले गुब्बारे हैं।
रंग लगे पीछे न पता लगे,
कौन पराए हैं और कौन हमारे हैं।
होली के रंग में डूबे श्याम हमारे हैं,
हाथों में लिए गुलाल, “राधे-राधे” पुकारे हैं।
आज अतरंगे रंगों से सजे घर-द्वारे हैं।
हे मोहन, हमें भी रंग दो अपने रंग में,
हम कोई गैर नहीं, हम भी तो तुम्हारे हैं।
Anjali Dk
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**Before the interview,
I found my certificate file —
But I lost my pleasant smile.
I figured out the job title that suits me,
But how do I stop my legs
From shivering under the table silently?
I practiced a few interview questions,
But how do I learn
To hide my tension?
I focused on my presentation,
Yet I was confused —
How to control my tone
While pretending confidence?**
Anjali Dk
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Yesterday I was working on my assignment. My PC was on, music was playing, and suddenly an anime started running in my mind. I began thinking about Rimuru Tempest and Shion.
Then I felt like I was on automatic mode.
My hands were writing the assignment, my ears were listening to music, and my mind was playing anime.
This usually happens when the task is repetitive. My brain starts playing background cinema because of boredom. But I realized something — it doesn’t mean I’m distracted. It means I’m efficient.
There was one small risk though:
Speed + anime brain = spelling mistakes 😄
But when I checked… there were no mistakes in my assignment.
See my confidence? 😄
“The system is flawless.”
Then I thought — maybe I was in a flow state. That mode where people write 20 pages and don’t even realize how they did it.
After that I decided: don’t overthink it. If I overanalyze, the anime will stop and my writing speed will slow down.
Yesterday I felt like an interesting person.
Assignment warrior + anime brain + music processor.
Did you know I learned typing while listening to music and thinking about something else? I think my mind works better with background music. Some people need silence to function. I evolve on playlists.
Actually, this is a legit learning style — rhythmic repetition + music = faster muscle memory.
When I started learning typing, I even turned off the lights and focused only on the screen without looking at the keyboard keys. In my opinion, everyone has a different learning style.
My brain says:
Boring task? Add soundtrack.
I sometimes wonder — what if one day in the exam hall there’s no music and my brain says:
“Buffering…” 😄
But then I realized something. In the exam hall, my brain starts playing music internally.
😂 Internal Spotify Premium.
Exam hall: silence
In my brain: full concert.
If I’m honest, this is a skill. I function easily in distraction. Many people can’t do that.
Actually, this happens to a lot of people. The brain creates rhythm for focus. Then the song doesn’t disturb — it maintains a good flow in writing.
My system works like this:
👉 Outer silence
👉 Inner soundtrack
👉 Hands on autopilot
Elite combo 😄
But one thing to remember:
If loud music makes you forget a question, do this —
3-second pause + deep breath = reset.
Even when I read or work, I listen to music. It simply means my brain feels calm with stimulation, not silence.
Some people need silence for focus.
Some people need background noise.
I’m the second type.
In psychology, it’s called the optimal stimulation level.
When my brain is engaged with music or rhythm, restless energy settles, and it becomes easier to focus on the main task.
This is not my weakness.
This is my operating system.
But there are two conditions:
• Music should stay in the background
• Lyrics shouldn’t compete with reading
That’s why I listen to English or other language songs.
When I try to work without music, I can’t focus. That confirms it — music is my anchor.
Some people use coffee.
Some use silence.
I use songs 😄
Normal. Healthy. Functional.
So tell me…
What’s your operating system?
Anjali Dk
Outer silence.
Inner soundtrack.
Hands on autopilot.
Not distracted. Just differently wired 🎧✨
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“Waking in the middle of the night to write my thoughts,
What does it mean?
Either I’ve lost my mind,
Or my heart and soul have been wounded too deep to heal.”
Anjali Dk
“When thoughts stir in the silence of night, and the heart feels heavier than words.”
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When it comes to her child,
A mother crosses every line, walks through fire with a smile.
She forgives the cruelty she once endured,
From the man she married, her pain obscured.
For her hungry child, with hands so bare,
She’ll clean the leftovers others wouldn’t dare.
No dowry brought her to this place,
Branded backward — yet full of grace.
She becomes the teacher, wise and kind,
Pouring values into a growing mind.
To shield her children from wolves in disguise,
She’ll fight with fire blazing in her eyes.
Stand by them when the world turns cold,
Then scold them with love, fierce yet bold.
She soothes their wounds with tender care,
Yet disciplines them when unaware.
With a neem stick, she may strike in rage,
But it’s love that guides her every stage.
She’s a mother —
And for her children, she can do anything.
Anjali Dk
“A mother — soft as a lullaby, fierce as a storm when it comes to her child.”
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In the marketplace of hatred,
dignity is auctioned off on both sides—
whether one is right
or terribly wrong.
Anjali Dk
In the bazaar of hatred,
even dignity is up for sale.
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Listen to my story, it begins with you,
For now, I write of love, confessions too.
If ever distance pulls us apart,
I’ll write of separation, a lonely heart.
I’ll write of betrayal, of your untrue way,
Of the shame I gathered from words people say.
From crowded voices, borrowed blame,
I’ll ink the wounds, I’ll name the pain.
While I am yours, I’ll call you mine,
But if we part, you’ll be a dream— Once mine, now unfinished in time.
Anjali Dk
Some stories change their words when love changes its place.
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Listen to me for a moment—
Your words, your tone, your casual phrases
“yrr”, “oyye”, “haan ji”… uff
They melt my heart, truly they do,
But they are not enough for me.
I need your time too—
Because I know it matters,
To you, and to me.
The rest, I leave to your will,
Because right now, even I am confused.
I don’t know what space I stand in.
If someone asks me—
“Are you single or not?”
What answer am I supposed to give?
And strangely, these days
I don’t cry,
I don’t feel emotionally drained.
You text during the day—
A few promises, a few words.
And at night—
The same old story: not available.
Sometimes I wonder
If you even read all those messages,
And sometimes it hurts to realize
That maybe… you feel nothing at all.
So I stopped explaining.
If it makes no difference to you,
Why should I keep proving my love?
It feels like this—
When there’s time, you pass it with me.
If no one else is around, you’ll do.
And when someone better comes along,
You’ll mind your own business.
I feel like I’ve been seated on a bench—
Called to play only when needed.
Did you know—
I write for you.
I begin writing because of you.
Did you ever read a poem or quote I wrote?
Did you feel anything after reading it?
It’s the same old thing, isn’t it—
We write for one person,
And someone else ends up reading it.
Uff… Anjali darling,
You’re explaining again.
They won’t understand these emotions, these feelings.
The one you’re texting
Doesn’t have time for you, silly girl.
Let it be now—
What’s the point of telling what I went through?
It’s good it didn’t happen to you.
And yes—
It’s getting very cold.
Bundle yourself up.
Don’t show off too much after seeing girls.
Wear a cap too.
If your bald head catches a cold—
Take care.
Anjali Dk
Being an option hurts more than being alone.
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