बड़ी लम्बी है ख्वाबों की फेहरिस्त,
एक एक बूंद का खर्चा बहुत है!

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कुछ सिलसिले से बारिश हो गई है आज,
जेहन में उतर आई है उसकी खुशबू सी,,,!

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Though marriage is why,
Consent for flesh addicts,
To strip off the accolades of decency,
cut short her possibility,,!
Not so busy so deny the truth ,
Mens are heaping the edifices of fallacy !
Yet she is tangled ,
Yet she is half breathing ,
Of she is outlived ,
Just going on for ' holding'
Holding the lost dreams in her daughters,
Relive her body ,liberate her shackles ,

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मुझे बेताब होकर क्या मिलेगा?
तुम्हारी आंखों का ख्वाब मिलेगा!

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Every face conveys some story !
Story of memories,stroy of lost dreams ,,
Winds touch the hairs to claim back from the dreaming spells ,
Rain pours to tender the frozen hearts ,
Breath energies the pace of problems to be faced ,
Whole world conspirers to bring the peace to futility ,
Still ,,every face conveys some story !
The history of mankind is epitome of this struggle !

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We crave for things we don't have ;
We dream for things we don't have :
What we have ,just have for the having ,
Just granted ,unsullied and damning ;
What if that having disappears?
We dream for that again ,
We crave for that again ,
We are quite stupid ,all the time ,we want to remain in" want"!
Wish that someone would torch our craving constantly ,
Exactly ,one fathoms the same frustration ,when one aspire to dream for which we don't have !
Perplexed!!!!
Desires give us beating seasons ,they mutilate us,,,,
That is exactly what Human weakness is known for !

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metaphors !
Always reverberate;in my inner space , impressed of your beauty !my grace !
heart pumps more ,
Millions and millions names ,
Variety of creativity,
Liberated divine- love- games,
But suddenly ,, land in nothingness,
Anxiety covers ,
" All are used "
Many generations of lovers have utilised these words ;
" dedicate you this poetry only "
Coz adhered to originality,
all originalities are shocked now !

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These closed doors of my isolated room ; opens in : my present!
And the past version of me sitting in the dark ;
Make my memories into a burial ;
Stark dark,heightened lostness ,
Perhaps ,, I am lost in my present ;
Wait ,this all dark webs pushes me ,,,harder and harder into nothingness,,,
Yes ,,the deeds of past ,
They dance before you in form of present ,
It is cycle of oneness !

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Not esay ;Mine and your existence;
Always surrounded by three methods ;
Things ,,thoughts and persons ;
To stifle with these three trio ,
Is utter destiny ;
All three collide to result the mind,
Outside this trio ,rests your,,,
,,,,,,,,,,,, wisdom ,
Which tells you to whom to relate with ;
Ease, stability , mutuality : standrad ,
To decipher :what is important ?
Right ,wrong and their ratio !
To glance: what resides in your "universe of mind "
Excitement,harmony and peace: standrad,,,
Always look for singularity to plularity!

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All who are in their twenties ,
Thirties ,forties,,,
Pause ,,and give due attention to your plight ,
Venture in a park ,,,
See the boys ,,,playing football,,,
Who are just budding,,,as they are evolving in their personal essay of life ,
Playing , comepeting,assimilating and joying over each kick they give to football ,,,
And also see those,,, who are overweights , underweight ,and having other mundane pleasures and problems ,,,
Running in those parks ,,,
,,,,You are still in between ,,,
Of those extremes ,,,
Keep lightening your child in you ,,,
And grow as balanced one ,,,
Emotionally intelligent!

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