आज अलमारी में बंद फोटो एल्बम फिर से निकल के पूछीं "हमें भूले तो नहीं?"
हस के हमने भी कह दिया,
"हर पल आपके की इन कैद पलों को याद करने में निकलता है।"

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World's hard, full of struggles,
The soul heard, who was thrown to hell for hussle.
Simple face, with innocence, in the world was greeted.
Who later realised, where and how, it was being seated.
Broke own beliefs the soul had,
For as, the world's really bad.
Simple face, now has all the lessons, that made the soul from inside broke,
Who's now left with all such folks.
A soul that walked numerous mile,
Now is seen with great smile.
Broken, or struggling, is none's knowledge,
But smile's what all acknowledge.

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And this time, it was mountains,
Who stood tall, maybe in the knowledge of what attains.
Stood erect, covered with snowy crown,
With a little knowledge, that inside like land, they too are brown.
Spent ages, to find the accomplishment of being so tall and heading towards sky,
Nobody knows, to their question what will be the reply.
Stood tall and cold always,
Like roads, never could part ways.
With the snow, they know that question now always stays,
With sun and moon, what will they ever say,
That it's sometimes, night, it's sometimes day,
But originality and positivity always slay.
Land becomes mountains, when it with itself smashes,
'coz growing required with self comfort, clashes.

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Seasons explain, how the things turn to original,
As if, the originality is eternal.
White snow, that marks the beginning,
Shows the calmness of well being.
While the middle ones, just become the transition,
Turning the happenings, in every favourable condition.
Gold and joyfulness, show how the life to better translates,
While shedding leaves in autumn,
Tell how to live while shedding moments in enthusiasm.
Winter sees us again, in the form of year ending,
Keeping it white, snowy and to better times sailing.

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A big masterpiece is itself elite,
For as it has details to hold.
With them, it is so complete,
That it always stands out bold.
Most compromised with ever, they were,
Who would shout at this never,
Like the dumb, they would seem here,
Knowing, if they disappear,
Entire masterpiece would fall,
Into pieces, and in despair.
While with age, all grows, and so do these,
Moments into memories.
Cherish and embarce, as long as possible.
Laughing all will be later, as nostalgia will follow,
Never at them, feel low and sorrow,
For as, to all these details, holds a beautiful tomorrow.

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If it's fragile, like a glass, it's strong like brass,
If it grets broken some day, still will be complete in its own way,
If it is lifeless, then, obviously all would be worthless.
If it's really beautiful, it will make you blissful.
If it has different senses, then of course it's expensive,
If you ask it's worth, it's not in rupees or dollars, but your own birth.
It's your heart, who is, your whole part,
Your companion who is there, since your start.
Let the heart feel, let the heart live, let the heart be felt complete,
From your care routine, don't ever delete.
It's meant to live, believe.

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The sun burnt herself to work,
so tired everyday she was,
Yet, to hide all the worldly flaws,
She immersed herself in the ocean water,
To let the darkness keep it better.
Looking at the brighter side, then came,
When moon, to night's darkness, did tame.
She was supposed to come in phases,
To show the world her brighter side..
Just like a newly wed bride.
A loop of infinity, the moon's phases made,
And then, when the night's darkness fade,
It led her made all realise,
The importance of the phrase implied.
Often, we look what's absent, in the world's might,
Often forgetting, that looking at the brighter side, is always right.

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Actions translate feelings,
In the world that's full of suffering and healings.
How would the ideas enter on this earth?
A place where they have so much worth.
Thoughts and opinions never in our heads die,
But without language and words, they are just too shy.
How would the actions get a trail?
If words, and langauge, to express fail!
Words change, coz feelings are strange,
Languages help express,
While words give all feelings,
A nice way to address.
Life is beautiful, on this earth
That's prevaling since ages,
Where feelings and actions are translated to many beautiful languages!!

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All battles, leave scars, they say.
Even on a thing, thin like rake,
It did. To its original self, adios it did bid.
Sleek, and tidy, it didn't look, anymore,
Like a house, turned to store,
It seemed. A new self, was screened.
It flew heights, when uncontrolled,
Today, when did, it's promise, it did hold.
With the folds, battles it did fight,
And surprisingly, to its insight,
A mere piece of paper, became a plane,
That aced heights, when flown, again and again.
Races that paper against the air now,
Biding an adios again, from time, for now.

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The blood even flows on the water.
No matter how hard we try to shatter,
There are roots that keep us together,
Like the home, that calls for times better.
Here's to my family, that stays whatever may matter.

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