They said I'd fall and never rise,
They counted me out beneath grey skies.
But every scar upon my skin,
Is proof of battles fought within.
I rose not once, but every day,
When darkness tried to block my way.
The world may push, the world may test,
But I will rise — I'll give my best.
So let the storms come, let them roar,
I've been through this a thousand times before.
Each fall is just a stepping stone,
To a stronger version I have grown.
When midnight falls and silence speaks,
My mind is where the dreamer seeks.
No crowd, no noise, just me and thought,
The battles of tomorrow fought.
I dream of things they say can't be,
A version of myself set free.
Not bound by doubt, not chained by fear,
The future I want is drawing near.
So midnight is my sacred time,
Where ordinary turns sublime.
I'll build my world, one dream at a time,
And turn my vision into rhyme.
Nobody heard me when I cried,
Nobody saw the tears I tried to hide.
In a room full of people, I stood alone,
Carrying a weight I'd never shown.
But silence taught me how to speak,
And pain revealed the strength I seek.
The unheard voice grows loud with time,
And turns its sorrow into rhyme.
So if you feel unseen today,
Know that your story isn't done halfway.
The world will hear you — just hold on,
Your darkest night precedes the dawn.
The rain falls soft on the old tin roof,
A gentle, rhythmic, ancient proof,
That nature speaks in its own tongue,
A lullaby forever sung.
Each drop a story, each puddle a mirror,
Reflecting skies that couldn't be clearer.
The earth breathes deep, the trees stand tall,
And I find peace within it all.
So let it rain, let it pour,
Wash away what came before.
In every storm there is a grace,
A quiet, healing, sacred space.
रात्री उशिरा जागतो मी,
स्वप्नांच्या दुनियेत रमतो मी.
कोड लिहितो, विचार करतो,
एक नवीन जग उभारतो.
लोक म्हणतात "हे होणार नाही",
पण माझ्या मनाला भीती नाही.
प्रत्येक अपयश एक पाऊल आहे,
यशाच्या दिशेने जाणारी वाट आहे.
माझं स्वप्न मोठं आहे,
आणि माझी मेहनत खरी आहे.
एक दिवस जग पाहील,
प्रदीप कालेचं नाव घेईल.
I come from a small town, a simple place,
Where everyone knows your name and face.
No fancy suits, no silver spoon,
Just a boy who dreamed beneath the moon.
My hands are rough, my path is long,
But in my chest beats a stubborn song.
That says: you're more than where you're from,
Your story's only just begun.
A simple man with a heart of gold,
With stories waiting to be told.
I'll build my empire, brick by brick,
From a small town boy — that's the trick.
Empty pockets, full of fire,
My situation couldn't be any dire.
But broke is just a bank account,
Not the measure of what I amount.
I've slept on floors and skipped a meal,
I know exactly how hunger feels.
But every morning I still rise,
With hunger burning in my eyes.
Not for food — for something more,
A life worth living, a dream to explore.
Broke but not broken, poor but not done,
My greatest chapter has just begun.
Don't just talk about what you'll do,
Pick up the tools and see it through.
Every great thing that ever stood,
Was built by hands that understood.
That dreams are just the blueprint drawn,
And work begins before the dawn.
So build something real, something true,
Something the world will remember you.
Not monuments of stone or steel,
But something people think and feel.
A platform, a poem, a helping hand,
Something that makes the world more grand.
प्रेमी, पैर चूम लेता मोहब्बत में,
मैंने खुदकी हिफ़ाज़त में पत्नीयो को
पैरों में गिरते देखा है।
मैंने उन्हें बंदिशों से डरते देखा है,
मैंने उन्हें मरते देखा है।
दूर से देखो, तो ये एक हवा का झोंका है,
करीब से देखो तो, ये खुदको दिया धोखा है।
आई, तुझ्या हातांची ऊब,
जगातल्या सर्व सुखांपेक्षा खूब.
तू रडलीस माझ्यासाठी रात्री,
मी झोपलो निश्चिंत, तू जागलीस पहाटे.
तुझ्या डोळ्यांत माझं भविष्य दिसतं,
तुझ्या दुआंमध्ये माझं यश मिळतं.
आई, तू माझी पहिली शिक्षिका,
तू माझी शक्ती, तू माझी दिशा.
एक दिवस तुला सांगेन मी,
"आई, तुझ्यामुळेच घडलो मी."
तुझ्या त्यागाची परतफेड नाही,
पण तुझ्यासाठी जगणं हीच माझी वाही.