Haasil tu mujhe pehle bhi nehi thi !
Khoya main tujhe aaj bhi nehi hu !

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उसकी यादों का जंगल

जब दुनिया ने उसे जहन्नुम बना दिया,
मैंने उसे अपनी बाहों में थाम लिया।
अपने स्पर्श से दी उसे गर्माहट,
टूटे सपनों को दिया थोड़ी राहत।
हम दोस्ती के कच्चे धागों में बंधे,
फिर एक बेहतर एहसास में ढल गए।

वो बढ़ी, वो निखरी, उसने सपने सजा लिए,
मैं वहीं खड़ा रहा, अपनी उम्मीदें मिटा लिए।
वो चली गई, ऊँचाइयों को छूने,
मैं बेरोजगार, आँसुओं में डूबने।
टूटा, बिखरा, खुद को समेट न पाया,
वो बेखबर रही, मुझे कभी न याद आया।

अब वो कहती है, नए लड़कों की तलाश में है,
मैं फिर भी उसकी राह में उदास बैठा हूँ।
वो नजरें चुराकर मुझे अनदेखा कर रही है,
मेरे नाम को ब्लॉक लिस्ट में भर रही है।
पर मैं अब भी उसे खोजता हूँ हर मोड़ पर,
अपनी इज़्ज़त को गिरते देख, फिर भी उसके पीछे मरता हूँ।

अब न दिमाग में हलचल है, न दिल में दर्द का बोझ,
फिर भी उसके स्पर्श की लकड़ी में है कुछ टचवुड सा खोज।
वो अब भी मेरे सीने में कहीं सुलगती है,
जैसे राख में दबी कोई चिंगारी दम तोड़ती है।

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Touchwood

When the world turned its back,
And she was cast into shadows,
I held her trembling frame,
Wrapped her in the warmth of my arms,
Shielding her from the coldness of their scorn.
We built a bridge of words and laughter,
Timid steps toward something more—
A fragile spark that felt eternal.

She grew, and so did I.
Her wings found the wind
Mine clung to the dust.
She soared into golden skies,
While I stayed, hands calloused with struggle,
My dreams fraying at the edges.
She thrived—she left. I stayed unmade.

I stumbled through days hollowed by sorrow,
Clutching at hope with splintered hands.
She was gone, unmoved by my ruin.
No glance backward, no sigh of regret.
Just a face in the crowd,
Cool and indifferent.
She spoke of boys now,
Of searching and seeking,
While I searched only for her.

She turned away, Blocked me out,
Made walls of silence and steel.
And still, I wandered through the ruins,
Naming every stone after her.
But the mind has now stilled
No longer screaming her name.
The heart, once wild with grief,
No longer weeps. And yet touchwood
Her ghost still lingers,
A whisper on my skin,
A breath in the hollow of my chest.
No longer breaking,
But never quite whole

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Touchwood

When the world turned its back,
And she was cast into shadows,
I held her trembling frame,
Wrapped her in the warmth of my arms,
Shielding her from the coldness of their scorn.
We built a bridge of words and laughter,
Timid steps toward something more—
A fragile spark that felt eternal.

She grew, and so did I.
Her wings found the wind
Mine clung to the dust.
She soared into golden skies,
While I stayed, hands calloused with struggle,
My dreams fraying at the edges.
She thrived—she left. I stayed unmade.

I stumbled through days hollowed by sorrow,
Clutching at hope with splintered hands.
She was gone, unmoved by my ruin.
No glance backward, no sigh of regret.
Just a face in the crowd,
Cool and indifferent.
She spoke of boys now,
Of searching and seeking,
While I searched only for her.

She turned away, Blocked me out,
Made walls of silence and steel.
And still, I wandered through the ruins,
Naming every stone after her.
But the mind has now stilled
No longer screaming her name.
The heart, once wild with grief,
No longer weeps. And yet touchwood
Her ghost still lingers,
A whisper on my skin,
A breath in the hollow of my chest.
No longer breaking,
But never quite whole

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She left without a backward glance,
For someone else, a fleeting chance.
I held her close through storm and rain,
But she sought sun and fled my pain.

I gave her warmth she couldn't see,
She found it in another—free.
Now I’m a shadow in her light,
Forgotten ghost of endless night.
The photo erased,the letter burned
Yet the memory we shared is on !

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Main har roz us galion me kafir ban ghumta raha hun ,
Maann ye kehta kabhi to uski balon ki khusbu hume chu ke jayegi

Ki wo full se komal , pakhndiyon se udti udti mere ankhol se oojhol ho gyi ,
Main aaj bhi uske chehre ko banata aur mitata rehta hun

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Main har roz us galion me kafir ban ghumta raha hun ,
Maann ye kehta kabhi to uski balon ki khusbu hume chu ke jayegi

Ki wo full se komal , pakhndiyon se udti udti mere ankhol se oojhol ho gyi ,
Main aaj bhi uske chehre ko banata aur mitata rehta hun

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Wo ek waqt jab tum mere sath the ,
Wo ek pal jab tum mere hath the ,
Wo najb tasveer aisa tha mano tum meri darpan aur main tere chitrakar tha
Unglion pe piroye ,hath pakde dur chala karte the ...
Takiye ki jagah tumko mehsus kiya karte the ,
Wo dilon ki aawaz me tum the , aur bahar me rang ..

Aaj aisa manjar hai , mano dil dhadak raha per ...sanssen chal rahi...nason me khun nehi ...Pani sa beh raha ..
Aaj mano ambar bhi sunya hai ..mano dharti bhojhal hai ...mano Nadiya ruk gayi hai ..... Abhi to is kinare pe baithe hai ...abhi us paar Jana hai ...

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मैं उस माटी का वृक्ष नहीं जिसको नदियों ने सींचा है…
बंजर माटी में पलकर मैंने…मृत्यु से जीवन खींचा है…
मैं पत्थर पर लिखी इबारत हूँ… शीशे से कब तक तोड़ोगे…
मैं पत्थर पर लिखी इबारत हूँ…शीशे से कब तक तोड़ोगे…
मिटने वाला मैं नाम नहीं…
तुम मुझको कब तक रोकोगे…तुम मुझको कब तक रोकोगे…॥
अमिताभ बच्चन

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From first talk to an important talk ,
From being an important talk to the last talk ,
Everything has changed from Messages to only a reply .
The future that we thought of ,
The counting of life to 70 years that we dreamed of
The vagabond who were calling themself to rejoice the touch of world ,seems to be a part of their own taste ,
The joy of kinder garden to the love of being young all seems faded time to time .
The yet drowning mind not controls the thinking of imagination.
The touchwood & the hug war seems to be caesed .
The lesson you learned but again you fell not on the road but for the feel.
The life is a hack ! Sometime you ping & sometime you live it long .

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