सपने वो खुबसूरत से
खुशियों का सुराग थे
नई राह पे जैसे
टूटे इरादे की तरह,
वो खुबसूरत से सपने
सांझ के कुछ किस्से थे!

मेरी उम्मीदों का जवाब
वो सपने, अंगिनत थे!!

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Her voice is imprisoned
harmed by their scorn
she asumes pain politely
her feets pierce empty paths
that greets her oblivious love
her heart pounds for freedom
to dance childlike
and aspire wholly, boldly

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Dread of Loneliness

That breeze hastily flew without knitting my curls, juggling with my red pants and devouring my scars. It went bare and straight sparing silence for me, when I found no woman only discomfort swelled my face as I waited for my sisters to grant me their goodbye. At eighteen I heard verses that soared in my ears, that no misery is gentle, no demon is saint and not every daylight must vow melody of sun, dance of children and the smell of goodness. As I stood alive waving at the long, barren roads, tears washed my mirth, the bad odoour of sweat brought me sin as I yearned for everything, except things I saw on the way. For those castles had been thrashed and stolen and I can’t recall any dreams anymore, all seems utterly nice like evening sky blue, bright and shy but it isn’t
what I vision.

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ये रंग है औरों के, रूठी उम्मीदों के
ये रूप है पैगाम मेरा, अनजाने दर्पण को

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है क्रोध जिनका असीम
तीव्र है त्रिशूल उनका
नृत्य है उनकी रूचि
और स्वर है भोला
कहता है कैलाश जिन्हे
पारवती का प्यारा

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Captives of Void

Days haze in a haste
good tales greet loss
visions glare gloom
like a failed quest
all allies part
and the lone mourns
for the aged clown
never who captives mirth
under the unbound sky
I tread and brood
of time that soars
humbly it forgets the fall
silence forbids words
forsaking our homes

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Does a dead think
to repent awhile
with noises that sway
and yearn to live
with a new child
that crawls to death

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Unpraised Maiden

She forgot her love
in a clean aisle
where hearts root
on eternities arrival
she stood, long, there
shielding blooming roses
for him who stayed distant
and irked her dream
madly loiters, the maiden
begging every neighbour
to act her unfaithful master
She a naive woman
not knew love

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Old dews falls loose
they trap her soul
as it wrinkles daily
She write parting stories
when night meets omen

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I swallow love swiftly
eternity fosters my sanity

like laughstock for crowd
who not permit love
probe my resilient rose

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