Ye jo hai,
wo Ishq hai.

Mohabbat me waqt lagta hai.
Mahine lagte hain, balcony me
baith k raatien bitani hoti hain kai,
Milke jali hui rotiyan khani hoti hai.
Phir acchi rotiyan bnani bhi seekhte hain.

Ek dusre ko pasand karna hota hai,
napasand bhi karna hota hai.
Jeetna hota hai, Kai baar harna bhi hota hai.

Ye jo tum sochte ho,
Kya hai ye?
Ye ishq hai, Mohabbat nahi.

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No one has ever played
every note of my body
with such accuracy and rhythm!

And people ask me why do I want you.

I want you because you make me feel like music.

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I remember. I recall, The locked room. I and you. The look in your eyes when I unhooked my bra for the nth time, to satisfy your hunger for my skin. This time I could look into your eyes, unlike before. And, I saw everything, but warmth.

You held my waist and pulled me towards you, to bury your head in my breasts. You used to call them your fort.

I remember, you telling me, how I turned you into a man the first time I let your hands slide inside my kurti. I recall that first time and how you flashed a condom with the sense of victory when I finally agreed to comply with all your demands on that October night.

While you thrust yourself back and forth, I remember cleaning your t-shirts an hour ago; you had to finish "breaking bad" and I had nothing better to do.
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Write your original quotes they said!

All the writers she had read smirked in their graves.

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Thank you,
for respectfully placing my heart
back into my hands.

Everyone else had just stomped.

I can't promise the pain is any less though.

A heart rejected is as sad as the one stomped on.

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I can't write about you anymore.
You, who sells books to traffic held cars.
You, who offered me a rose, even if
in return of a price.
You, who I cannot be. You, who I am unable
to change.

How can I write about you?
We keep writing and clicking.
We keep painting and filming.

What have you ever really gotten
out of our art?
While we have been using you
with all our artistic heart.

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She was too sick
to go over to his place.

He was too tired to
get to her house.

That night, love
slept alone.

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You haven't known
Loneliness completely,
Unless you have slept
next to someone and
have been utterly alone!

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Why do you wanna quit?

Because am a writer.

And?

I always want to be a writer,
Wherever I am.

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Romantics, like me,
are always in love.

Sometimes with people,
often with the
the loneliness.

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