The mellow wind has been saying a lot of things lately. Every night, it enters through the window and calls for my attention. The silence of the dark, the slow drifting clouds and like some jewel embedded between the darkness of ocean, the moon, dearly draws my heart to praise the power above. It reflects to me my feelings with endearing warmth, asking me to pen down the musical poetry it recites. The melody it plays feels like a sweet kiss to the disturbed soul. The eyes are filled even though the heart smiles. The questions I ask myself all day long are answered within that moment. The puzzles are completed, just to be altered again the next day. Yet all day long the heart yearns for that fleeting moment to return.
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अकेलापन सताता था
इसलिए रब से मदत मांगी थी,
हस्ते हुए उसने मुझे तेरी चाहत देदी
अब तो तेरी चाहत भी मुझे सताती है।-
There's a story to her
unspoken words.
Two perspective to her
spoken ones,
The truth she hides
and the lies she convey.-
I prefer seeing and saying less,
because the more I did
the other way around,
it meant lesser to them
everyday that passed.-
The nights have been corrupted,
invasive thoughts fill my mind
tonight.
I see less
and I can't figure why?-
The heart won't see
no rest this course of time,
for the soul that left
seeking peace,
never returned.-
Sometimes I wonder, where it went wrong. But, Lately I realised, The only days when it did not hurt were the days when you weren't really around.
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बाते करना तो बंद कर दोगे, जज्बातों का क्या करना है उसपर भी तो जरा गौर करो।
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