वह तेज आज चला गया जन जन के हृदयो से कवियों के विचारों से शब्दो के गलियारों से मुझसे तुमसे सारो से वह तेज आज चला गया वह तेज आज चला गया। अजातशत्रु की उपाधि से नवाज़ा जिसको सारो ने जनमानस के मन मन में अटल अडिग अभय वह युग आज चला गया वह तेज आज चला गया। उत्तर और प्रतिउत्तर के ना होंगे ऐसे खेल कही क्या नीति और राजतंत्र का देखा ऐसा मेल कही सभाओं और संवादों से कविताओं और व्यंगों से सार-रस आज चला गया वह तेज आज चला गया।
Love has taken me to a state where physical restraints of my body aren't a choice anymore. I haven't slept just because she was online. I knew its gonna screw my entire day. Now I feel dizzy. Have a headache too. Yet I am smiling. Remembering her voice. Sweet as sugar. Her face. Blushing like a red rose. The strands of her silky hair. My colleague thinks me as a fool smiling for no reason. I know the reason. I've been dreaming.
She doesn't understand me. She never does. Here I am worried and sleepless and all she cares is the status update on Whatsapp. I know I was wrong. I made a mistake but i am a human. Humans do make mistakes. There is no single moment which passes and I don't regret about it. So why is she doing this. I have apologised to her. A thousand times. Now all she is left with to say is about the status update on Whatsapp? I know she loves me. She does with all her heart. Maybe she's just trying to forget everything. Maybe I've got another chance. Maybe.
Craters often resemble the sadistic stigma of ego and selfishness. Mitigation of the gap between the divulgences and expressions of thoughts can only be interpolated by the almighty.
Rejected. She stood with a gloomy face. The translucent tear in her eye was about to make the leap. Before it could begin its sporadic journey, it was soaked by the ruddy fabric. She resembled a warrior and she was ready. Yet again to fight another battle.
Her eyes searched every corner of the bus. She could only find occupied stigma of selfishness. Humanity almost seemed intangible but then a chap offered his seat. The baby inside her smiled and so did she.
She penned down the final words of her book. Keeping her pen on the table, she looked for her white cane. She was absent sight. Not of perspective though.