& sʜᴇ ɪs ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ

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White sheet of fog has covered
The each inch of this heavyhearted nature
Little droplets adjusted themselves
On the dark barren branches of long lonely trees
Whom green leaves has already abandoned woefully
Making eyes to stress more on margins of structures to identify them
Failing do so will let you pleach story
of winters under that very white sheet of fog at each hot sip of coffee
Offered by nature

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ᴍʏ 𝟷𝟺 ᴡᴏʀᴅ ʟɪғᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ


From girth of struggle
Emerging unapologetically
Like a warrior
On this battlefield
Of life

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अज़ीम होने से पहले
गर इंसां इंसां हो जाए
तमाम मुश्किलें आसां हो जाए

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I have collected a lot of strength
To bear this land
Embedded with millions of heated sandgrains
Offered all off sudden
Under my bare feets

I have waited & believed
Rain will reach
to the edges of my scorched feets
From edges of heavens
& will steep the water of my tear swelled eyes
Into sweet oceans

I waited.... I believed

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बेशक यादों की टोकरी लेकर
एक दफ़ा फ़िर फेरि लयाएँगे।

फिर लौट आयेंगे
यही यादों के आँगन में

झरोको से उड़ चलेंगे
किस्से क़ैद कल्ब में

नई पुरानी तस्वीरों सी
रंगीन हसीन शामों में

खो देंगे ख़ुदको
दोहराने वही कहानी

बेशक
एक दफा फिर फेरि लगायेंगे।

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STRING LIGHTS

To hang those little square slips
sincerely sharped at canthus
having faces exactly like 'us' & blitheness sparkling
like a glass of wine in moonlight
with rows of red hearts Chain-stitched at bottom
like train of chatter orating at stations
I wish,
to tie each card with clip on string
like you wreathed me wholly within
to glow in amber color of these tiny bulbs
then turning calmly chrome
like I turned pink when you held my hand
and touched my soul with your eyes
to stir slowly at your beats, in your tune
like I used to in Summer June
I wish,
we could have atleast one picture
having 'us' to hang on that string
glowing in amber,
happiness peeping
& I am dancing at your tune
like I used to in Summer June!

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The box with mysteries punched
Opened and cards spread on deck
Who knows maybe with speck
Scribbled with different storyline
Those 22 slips lying facing back
Curiosity smudged with fear and dread

In this World of originator
Either farmer or Emperor
Those who burn with sun
Day and night
Shines like moon
In sulky nights
Like a tower standing firm
Fighting devil persuing if
Holding temperance and soberity
To lie in tomb with peace and prosperity
Not to hang on rope of desires
What he sensed
the wheel of fortune to spin
Like an emperor to rule world
Like an empress to rule heart
Strength that longing
To run in high priestness
Pentacle to anchor
Glitters over
The hierophant or magician
Maybe some fool
What matter is
What you seek... What you like...
& where your love lies

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Kindly be kind to kindness

What soul is to body
Kindness is to humanity

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What if alive
& still
having near death experience
Terrible! Horrifying! Devastating!
Isn't it?
More than that
Feeling of being
Abandoned! torned! scattered!
Into pieces
Like fragile fragments
Waiting for the wind
To be wiped... blown
far to land...with hope
Some day
Some rain
Will appear
Will wet the girth
Of loosen earth
Seeds will sprout
Flowers will bloom
"Just one request honey
Do not pluck me
This time"
considering weed
I promise
If you do that
I'll find water
On some other land
transgressing boundaries
Like daffodils
Will bloom in your garden
Again
In rain
& wake you up each morning
In yellow rays of sun
& in evening
Will settle
In petals
Like stars
In sky!

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