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In the quiet chambers of a restless mind,
A muted rhythm lingers, soft and kind.
No thunder of words, no storm to depart,
Only the whispering silence of heart.
It speaks in echoes you cannot hear,
A gentle cry, a hidden tear.
Loveâs confession, sorrowâs art,
All lie buried in the silence of heart.
Where dreams still bloom though voices fade,
And wounds find rest where they were made,
A calm so deep, it stands apart
The world grows still in the silence of heart.-
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Your love lingers,
like soft perfume in a silent room,
a whisper that clings to the walls of my heart.
Even in absence,
your warmth folds itself into my breath,
and time bends gently
to cradle your memory.
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Uss nazariya se andaz apna apna hota hai
Phir yea pagal dil awarapan hota hai-