I was a writer until i fell in love,
When love was rising in me.
Then I became a lost writer,
some depth i was lost in.

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Little threads armouring behind rain,
Water caressed love,
Fire burnt stammering heart,
And then drinking fear
the world turned into leafy liberation
to tear apart.
Entangled or estranged,
became the same name to defame.
All threads were ashes of my little
unlearnt love with brain.
Eyes bloom,
Fierce, thus, love was named.

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and its binding aroma
binding him to the stars,
And his taste for calories
with good-bad caffeine,
and some bondages
binding through my scars.

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the flower,
when I became one
to break the rules
of powers.

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His whisperings through those teachings of sober nights,
As the divine in me submerged into his morning light,
Even his dark eyes were my body,
Shivering through his soul in his melody.
When he said I'm waiting you to be free,
that all along I'm becoming his sunhine,
Just when he asked me doing all the work with a soft smile.

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I read your words,
Then I listen to them.
Both do not happen simultaneously.
Faith conversed.

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to kiss the raindrops with young
and new unknown ecstacies everytime.

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शोर सहमा सा, मुझमें मासूमियत से।
मेरे खून की लिखा-पढी, मुझमें इम्तेहान सी।।

मेरें नन्हें पाँव लड़खड़ा कर, उड़ने का बहाना समझाए।
मेरें पंखों पर बेड़ियों की मासूमियत नए सवाल गुनगुनाए।।

मैं उमड़ी पत्थर के अम्ल वर्षा जल में।
मुझमें पेड़ो की जलती खुशबू, नभ आश्वासन में।।

खाली सा दलदल और बूंदो का घमंड।
ना मैनें बहना सीखा, सुबह शाम के संयम में।।

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इशारे जैसे ख्वाब देखा,
मैं बेसब्र था।।

मैंने परिंदो को भीगी आंधी में,
जलते पानी में, और तारों की बाहों में।

मेरी नजरों को उसकी बंद आँखो में,
रोज़ सिसकते देखा।।

मैंने खुद के बनते जवाबों को,
उलझते देखा।

अपनी धीमी आहठ को,
उसकी धड़कन में सिमटते देखा।।

वो मिट्टी का बेसब्र रंग ही तो था,
जलते पानी को जिसने ढलते देखा।

तेवर जिसके मौसम देखे,
हर मौसम मे उसकी बंदिश रेखा।।

और मिट्टी की आँखों ने उसको,
बारिश में भी उलझे देखा।।।

- भावना

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Just the conversation,
Between the stars and my eyes,
They all talk about you
And then converse the idea.
"Remember stillnes you chose,
Why are you dancing now,
like a child?"
I become still to think,
Am I going back or I'm leaving now.

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