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21/05/2026

The unwavering memories of our love,
Floods my heart;
Could it be you, beside
Or a replay of temptation

What if!I mean,If all we’re longing for never come around;Would it be a wasted time?Or goodbye would be with hope,Still,...
16/05/2026

What if!
I mean,
If all we’re longing for never come around;
Would it be a wasted time?
Or goodbye would be with hope,
Still, cold
Wishing for a justified means.

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Exciting Update…
16/05/2026

Exciting Update…

16/05/2026

The dark moments should be your ink scribbling

09/05/2026

I’m giving a 5 star 🌟
An amazing platform

After all hitch, I got my book published.“Quiz and Hearts” a book I started writing in the year 2023, but left aside for...
07/05/2026

After all hitch, I got my book published.

“Quiz and Hearts” a book I started writing in the year 2023, but left aside for some academic work.

A brief overview:

A story involving Jeffrey, someone starting his final year at Saffron College, one of the most prestigious high schools in his city with one goal in mind: make it count. But between navigating street gangs, chasing scholarships, managing friendships, and falling for the brilliant Queen, his last year turns out to be anything but straightforward.

When a national quiz competition brings together the best young minds in the country, Jeffrey finds himself competing for more than just a prize. He is fighting for his future, his friendships, and a love he never expected to find.

Quiz and Hearts is an electrifying coming-of-age novel packed with school drama, street life, young romance, and the fierce determination of a generation refusing to be defined by their circumstances.

Available on Amazon: https://a.co/d/09afXqtK

On Google Play Books: https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=7FXWEQAAQBAJ

01/05/2026

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We’re in a broken country, worn and faint,Where speaking out can turn a soul to bait,Each step you take may lead you to ...
01/05/2026

We’re in a broken country, worn and faint,
Where speaking out can turn a soul to bait,
Each step you take may lead you to the grave,
And silence reigns, no one is left to save.

We’re in a restless country, torn and deep,
Where truth is wide awake yet cannot sleep,
While lies are tucked in comfort every night,
And heads bow low to fear instead of fight.

We’re in a biased country, cold and grim,
Where justice favors those with power and whim,
It scorns the weak, yet greets the strong with grace,
And still, the people wear a quiet face.

We’re in a broken country, drenched in red,
Where streams of innocent blood are freely shed,
The cruel are shielded, guarded, standing tall
What then remains as justice for us all?

We’re in a country where the guilty roam,
Set free, while innocence is stripped of home,
The chains are clasped on hands that have done right
How do we speak when words ignite a fight?

We’re in a land where voices fade in dread,
Where microphones now echo shots instead,
Where every truth can cost a beating heart
And fear has mastered silence as an art.

We’re in a country split by twisted laws,
Where jungle justice meets official claws,
Where those in uniform, with hearts so dark,
Still smile and leave behind a brutal mark
They claim they’re friends, protectors of the land,
Yet stain the soil with an unholy hand.

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The masters feast in endless delight,While the minors fade, denied their right,Trust now lies like a co**se gone coldOur...
01/05/2026

The masters feast in endless delight,
While the minors fade, denied their right,
Trust now lies like a co**se gone cold
Our safety bought, our blood the gold.

Armed to the teeth, they roam the street,
Like lions hunting the weak they meet,
Clothed as guards, as watchdogs they stand,
Yet played like pawns by a higher hand.

Our security cries for searching eyes,
For lives slip through in silent sighs,
Our rights are looted, torn asunder,
And every protest drowned in thunder.

The blood of victims stains the ground,
Soaks the soil without a sound,
Distrust has split what once was whole
Peace and progress have lost their soul.

Truth stays buried, chained from sight,
While wicked lies take wings in flight,
They flood the screens, they rule the news,
While victims pay the hidden dues.

Our voices rise but need more sound,
For fear still walks, unchallenged, crowned,
The innocent marched like slaves in line,
In chains, in cells, before their time.

Who do we call when streets know no peace?
Where does our fragile hope find release?
What future waits when tears must fall,
And grief stands waiting at every call?
For trust is now a dangerous crime,
And justice lost to the sands of time.

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