तमाशा।

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You can flirt with life on paper,
and it actually flirts back
without leaving you on ‘read’.

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The Accidental Date!

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I look at you like you’re the moon,
soft yet unshakably wild,
carving poetry into the silence of my nights.

While I, the sun, burn reckless and untamed,
I find my fire gentled only in the calm oceans
you pull inside me.

And if you think I light you up
darling, it’s you who makes me rise,
again and again, just to chase your glow.

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I saw a woman fixing her crown,
with shaky hands,
Unaware she was the very definition,
of grace in motion.

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Your silence wrecks me,
louder than screams,
and your touch writes poetry
my skin can’t forget.

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I stand, and I breathe,
With a restless flame inside,
Each glance I steal from shadows,
Burns the calm I try to hide.

I knew the storm was nearing,
Yet I didn’t walk away,
Like a moth that chases fire,
Though the night betrays the day.

And still, I crave the moment,
When the masks begin to fall,
Layer by fragile layer,
Till nothing hides at all.

For in the unveiled silence,
Where her soul and mine align,
The raw, untamed confession
Becomes the sweetest crime.

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M O N S T E R !

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"यूं देखता हु, तेरी आँखों में!
तो लगता है जैसे,
दुआओं ने भी तुझे मांगते वक्त!
सजदा किया होगा..."

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The storms you hide ,
behind your quiet smile,
One day... I will hold them all...
turning every wound into a lullaby,
and every scar into a poem of love.

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