A beautiful library to pick books from
Onn a rainy night
to sit by the window and read...


And


You

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और तुम सो रहे

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It's 5 am in the morning
Cold...exactly like my heart
I am writing this
Thinking...
How different things could be
How beautiful the story could be
If we weren't 5 am cold

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मेरे क्यूँ नहीं हो???

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कल की धूल जमी है
साफ़ कर पाओ
तो रह लेना ।।

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...........शायद हमेशा मेरा हाँथ पकड़ कर सड़क पार कराना उसकी कोई साज़िश है ,
क्युंकि मैं आज तक मेहफ़ूज़ हूं और वो कई बार बाल बाल बचा है......

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The lazy Sundays are silence personified.
Nothing moves.
Everything looks spellbind only light moves in.

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When in the middle of the ordinary summer day

The serenity of cloudy calm takes charge
Myriad of thoughts cluster in the deepest corner of my heart.

I crave to come over the hustling wet cities and be with you.

Sitting together in the drizzles as we feel the rains on us drop by drop talk to me about old Bollywood romance.

Revel that sizzling कड़क अदरकवाली चाय with थोड़ू सी इलाईची
Amidst the petrichor and aroma of चाय let your fragrance make the atmosphere alive.

See me read and play old school Bollywood melodies exactly like we do it over calls now
And let's rekindle the romance we are listening to.

Compose your masterpiece in the thundering of the clouds and read it to me with the music of rains.

Let's live this breath by breath like any Bollywood movie scene by scene

Magnificiently artistic and poetic

Making it another enchanted picture of our forbidden real fairytale...

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That stops you from turning the chapter.

The bookmark that reminds you of the chapter that matters to you the most.

But you choose not to so that you can avoid getting involved with the story further

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The dreams I have every night
The courage I gather whole day
And
The pain that keeps me going through it all...

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