"झूठ के पंख होते है"

झूठ के पंख होते है
इसीलिए वह ऊंचाइयों पर
उड़ता नज़र आता है।
पैर नहीं न होते उसके,
जब गिरता है, तो संभल नहीं पाता है झूठ।
सच के पैर होते है
इसीलिए अडिग, स्थिर खड़ा रहता है।
नज़र आता है, जब आईने में झूठ
चकना-चूर हो जाता है,क्यों तू?
बड़ा,छोटा,काला, पीला, रंगीला नहीं
सफेद रंग का होता है झूठ।
दाग लगने पर बदसूरत
ही नज़र आता है झूठ।
पकड़े जाने पर, नकाब भी काम नहीं आता।
जुबां की कीमत, आंखों का मिलना, भरोसे की उम्मीद
सब संग ले जाता है,
पंखों वाला झूठ।
ऊंचाइयों पर, उड़ने वाला झूठ। ❤️

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Your world is inside you
be aware!
Feelings like weather keep on changing
handle them with care!
Spitting anger as a reaction
is something no one can bear
It will scar every relationship
beyond repair ❤️

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Emotional imprint

I remember
how you made me feel
The small words uttered
The loneliness made my spine shudder
The silence that followed...

Piling up of unhealed pain
My memories still track the rough imprint ❤️

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the desert waits for a whiff of the raindrops
the Moon waits to catch a look at the Sun

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Poetry shall be when the Moon looks gently towards the earth
When the Sun pines for the darkness of the night
When the heart believes in love
When the heart breaks in love
Poetry shall pour
from the One who
knows not how to express ❤️

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Life is a circus where only the joker reveals his emotions while the gymnasts perfectly walk on the trapeze ❤️

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I will be

Tomorrow unknown
And yet I do know

I will be in the breeze
that will whizz past
touching your skin
I will be in the water
that will kiss your feet
and slowly move away
I will be the leaf that will
fall on your shoulder
I will be the call of the bird
that tears up the skies
I will be the warmth in the Sun
I will be the beauty of the Moon
I just want to know that...

Will you be awake to feel me when I will be when I will not be ? ❤️

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Be... But not

Be
Strong like the oak
But not
Rude like stench of
a rotten egg
Be
Kind like a dove
But not
Weak like a kitten
Be
humble like grass
But not
Timid like a rabbit
Be
Proud like a peacock
But not
arrogant like
a 'big- headed' aunty

Bindu ✍️ with her ❤️

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Adorning the veil of Maya
Atma walked in total darkness
Discarding the veil
She experienced light
Light, the lord
Atma, the true self
Maya, the illusion


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Dustbin
Trauma plays drama
Clumsily collecting sick
thoughts
Inhaling fumes of dusty, persistent fear
Tension exploding - memory oozing stench of A DEAD LIFE
Stupefied to see a mountain of garbage,

Mind squeaks "no more waste"
It's time to shut the bin ❤️

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