Continuous noise of typing,
and computer screens full of wordings..
But a silent heart that is weeping..

Monday to wednesday that of Friday,
there's hope to hug you again like everyday..

Workloads, colleagues and many more,
gossips, laugh, gatherings and the skipped hugs,
loneliness, emptiness all gathered..
virtual screens,kisses but the distance left us in pieces..

"I am strong,I can survive, yes but only for daylight,
I am just weaker inside.."
The pen stopped and a droplet falls,
I miss the happiness and again recalled..

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Just had a late night conversation with the moon,
It told me about the sun and I just smiled, and told it about you..
Staring at each other we talked for hours,
a little light shown "it's morning my dear it told"
nothing uttered between us, just secrets unfold..
Tears are flowing but the feelings are on hold...

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Suddenly the clatter of the keyboard stopped,
silence all around,
and a blink in her phone,
it's a text, don't know what is going to happen next.
It's a good news but the glowing face fused.
Confused she was and numb at a time,
Yes! Happiness she hugged but with gloominess it rhymed.

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A place where humanity is dead,
girls are trapped and pushed towards death.
Innosence killed,
pretty skins are brutally peeled,
nothing much the fault is ours,
less learnings and sufferings for days,months or hours..

Silent screams, pathetic scenes,
Wait again we are blind-folded and once again nothing seen..

From freedom to fear,
friendship and tears,
stabbers they are, kindly be aware.

Hidden inside good faces,
using religion as sheilds,
they are ready to kill and to be killed..

Back-stabbers on their way to you,
stay awake otherwise you could be the one in the queue,
separating "the land of gods", polluted land, because of these frauds.

Terror we are in and terrorism they are teaching,
wrapped in stoles, just both the eyes shown,
manipulating young minds and controlling them with pills,
nothing much it's a "warning" you are going to be killed.

Wrapped in black garments you are parceled,
now human bomb you are religion cancelled.
Fake scenarios, passports and more,
humanity dead nothing left to adore.

Parents, friends, family and more you pushed back and walked away,
look back girl you have lost your way...

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towards the light,
which is coming from the end,
where no body has to fetch happiness and bend for truthfulness..
Let's walk towards the twilight,
where the sun sets,
and the sky turns red..
Where the birds are happily heading towards their nests..
Let's walk to the end of the run,
where the happiness hugs peace,
and nobody silently weeps.

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The world is too fast,let your love be slow..
Between the pages let yourself hurt less and glow, just dip yourself and you can find you in a different world far away and in between imaginations hugging you slowly and whispering as the tree shed their leaves and again grew new ones, leave and let them grow..
Fall in love,feel the love, hug the love but again don't be fast be slow. Brighter the sun, more sweat and yes! much glow..
Write, yes write whatever you can , meaningful, meaningless, imaginative, truths whatever just pick up your pen and just vomit whatever is running inside you and again and again fall in love, be in love, but let you love be slow ..
- loving you just slow🍂

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A part of me left unsaid,
empty roads, dark nights,
red lights and yes! unsung fights.
And lanes full of lusty sights,
We all are on duty, nothing to hide.
Shackled as prisoners,and really thirsty for a single listener,
bought here from different parts,
but having the same story to say and we silently depart,
wrecked walls,rooms as bins,
in which we can easily throw our feelings from within,
we too miss our homes,but a single mistake changed us,
and made us dolls of this store,
behind closed doors, we are termed as whores..
Untouchable,sinner and many more words we gain,
and just unbearable pain.
Salaried we are yes salary we get,
just a few minutes and a day rest..
It's our fate it's our destiny,
we are untouchable,
but the idols you worship!
we made it complete..
We too want rights,
to live, to breathe,and to fight,
the silent battles when you all are asleep at nights..

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Structure of flesh and blood,
tailored with love,
stuffed with feelings and
yes! once again hidden wings.
Strong enough to fought battles
outside or within,
can bear pain no matter for what it has been..
Scratches-bruises heartaches and heartbreaks,
nothing they are nothing can break us!
Aroma of sacrifice,
it's in our blood running through veins together and twice..
Either we are five, fifteen or fifty,
haha! sacrificing is our duty.
Toys,chocolates, clothes even favourite icecream and many more,
we have to sacrifice happily and cry silently,
periods pain and the bleeding for five days is main,
"shhh!! Silently stay quiet your eyes can't rain."
Got a job a handsome salary!
"Thank you God"
it's abroad,No!"you are a girl
keep quiet and do here whatever You like"
Got married 10years ago,
have a lovely daughter to show,
but family says;
"why one for your old age must have a son."
Listening the whole life but staying strong even thrice,
She don't need the wings to show,
she is strong enough to build you and herself to grow.

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that paint brush who dipped itself in colours of love and kissed the canvas and painted it in the different colours it have, kiss me with the colours of your love and paint my soul with those seven colours and let me be painted in your colours of love forever..

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Out from a cocoon,
and spreading its wings slowly..
It becomes soo beautiful,
and pleasure for our eyes,
Yes! Really no lies!!
Touches us gently,
and freely it flies,
with happiness and freedom,
in its owned kingdom..
So,as love..
It's pure, soothing,
along with healing,
but not just a feeling..
It can pull you up!
can push you down too,
against the world it can gift you a crown too!!
you can feel butterflies in your stomach too..
Or you are alone,with memories a few.
It increases,it gives,
it supports,it forgives..
It's a sapling after you sowed the seed,
shower it with trust and care,
and just happiness and success it gifts..
The right hand,the right shoulder,
a perfect match and an unique folder,
and remember god is the beholder..

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