I have written hundreds of poems in which I held your hand, kissed your scars, made your gullibility mine,
But would you live in a poem where you intertwine my fingers and let me place my head on your shoulder where my gullibility is accepted, would you love me the same way as I do while looking into your eyes and reading the sobs that you hide or will you make me calm when I am not able to gulp rage of tsunami inside so I cry, I cry, and when I'm the pieces of stained goblet mirror, will you celebrate me then as I do with the half crescent moon, will you wait for me each day as I wait for the buds to bloom!

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And since I eclipsed my home
It doesn't rain anymore,
The flowers I planted are decaying day by day
And I, And I too.

I seek refuge
and keep it inside and aside
the expressions might asunder
But now I am not inviting any spring
For my soul has grown weary of its offerings.

My heart was the safest place
I ever could build,
Yet I am defeated by some hazel sighs
Now I am deaf, dumb, numb.

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I never chased the moon
Until I began composing about her!

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नासाज़ है तबीयत मेरी
ज़रा मिलने तो आओ सही
परेशान रहता है दिल ये मेरा
गले लग कर तो दिखाओ सही

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Shrouded clouds over my head pour fondness
and your thoughts linger like a wave
I wonder what's the love
If it is not,
a craving, yet I know
keeps me entangled
mumbling your name and composing your sensibility
I feel at the extent to which I'm not permissible
though I keep my emotions revolving
around you as the moon does to earth!

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I envy the flowers that served her as scent!

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I sit at home
and observe the waffle of sanguine
placed above the mantlepiece
carrying bruised grin and enigma
How tough it is!!?
holding the craving in a shiny cover of booklets
and yet waving actions across
the stream of upward cascade
in a feared colour of scepticism
that makes sense as much
as the remaining of candle stick
after a romantic beach date
and the sacrifice of matchstick
which holds meaning
but not worth after
a waving goodbye,

~Alas!

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Tu noor ki misaal hai
Mere justuzu ka sawal hai
Tujhe mere ishq ki khabr nhi
Bas isi baat ka malal hai

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A person one night I identified
and found my home when she smiled

Brighter my days evolved into out of the gloom
Her gazelle eyes invited me to be mesmerised

I breathed layers when she felt around
The hue of her ornate lips made me hypnotised

Stars resembled her eyes & universe felt astound
her thoughts lingered over my head like a cloud

Strands of her hair wavered like a breeze when she walked
She appeared prettier than the moon when she talked

I built a home inside my poetic cocoon
Whither I and She danced till not the moon hide

I envy the flowers that served as scent and sticked into her hand
Her silk-coated hand passed seeds of love to me & I became a bard

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Nights became tough
the day I got the accent
and so the thickets of juvenility,
paving a way I realised about the ways
across I came consciously and greeted unconsciously
grasping the whispers of dusk
imitating the ray at dawn
I carry the breath of spring with the destiny of autumn,

all the treks with that I stood
held significance though reflected void in the mirror
and the perception is drawn at the curvature
assembled all the feathers which were left abandoned
tormented on another side
celebrated another side
praising through the adversity
witnessing the calmed anxious reality,— % &Today, whilst I imitated rays at dawn
and said goodbye to the eclipse
Sorrow didn't feel like grief anymore
nor the happiness appeared as heaven or ecstasy
I was somewhere in between the two magnetic pole
revolving but in the orbit of two atom
nor perfect though neither less than it,

all the imagination I draw
displays unique canvases of perception
all the moments I celebrate
paints unique canvases of reality,
and in between realism and fantasy
a never-ending struggle
I endure with the ordinance of sensibility
with fragile lingering murmurs
I embrace under the skin
reflection of differently shaded vitality
all I seek is the blend of rainbow and bleeker dusk
to greet my consciousness with utmost translucency,— % &

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