टूटी कलम और सूखती स्याह से कुछ लिखा था,
उन चन्द शब्दों को वो सीने से लगाकर बैठे रहे,
इतनी शिद्दत से किसी ने पढा  नहीं था हमें,
वरना हम रोज़ बेतरतीब पन्नों पर
अपनी मुहब्बत गुलजार कर देते।

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I'm standing on the edge
with my bag full of laughters
and cries
no space to adjust

lifting one feet from today
fading like dust settled
placing another on tomorrow
like a new land

like a lost traveler
huddling to find a way
before the last ray disappears
standing betwixt
light and my own shadow

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After ages, one night
she let the door open,
bushes danced around her
stars sang ,
the moon smiled
life glowed like fireflies
in her pale blue eyes

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To the human with huge heart and pure words,

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Dear Shreya,

This one is straight from my heart.
Hope it makes you pause and
smile a bit.


Yours,

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Last bits of the love i saved
/captioned/

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Our beginning felt like spring,
everything around us started
to bloom
Until my world was covered by
April showers
and the flowers we had grown
together,
started to f a
l
l
a p a r t

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Either the dark turns into light
or there's no horizon

/captioned/

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Then I get up and sit by the fire
with a pen twirling in my hands
I want to write about you,

the only way I can walk you
out of me

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