चलो आज मोहब्बत की बात करते है
कुछ मेरी कुछ तेरी बात करते है

तेरी बेताबी और मेरी खामोशी बढ़ने लगी है
इस दरमियान नज़दीकियां अब आने लगी है

पता है मुझे, सवाल तेरे मन में भी होगा
पूछ ले, शायद मेरा बोलना भी आसान होगा

तुझसे दूर रहने का खयाल अब मुनासिब नहीं
तेरी निगाहों ने इश्क की गवाही जो दे दी है

मैं तेरी, तू मेरा, यह तो तय हो गया
क्योंकि बात रूहानियत की है तुझसे,
हाल कुछ ऐसा बन गया ।

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Big dreams, unending nights
Paths steep and deep
Fall, prepare for next ascent
Fail, listen to your inner scent
Rise, let your spirit song be sent
Time swirls like sand
Have courage to fight
Embrace the inner storm
Better days are in sight.

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अब रास्तों ने भी मोड़ ले लिया है
हर मोड़ पर तेरे संग चलने को
मुझसे हवाएं भी कहने लगी है

क्या तुम...

दो कदम मेरे साथ चलना चाहोगे ?
इस सफर में मेरे हमसफर बनना चाहोगे ?

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उठ चल तू , रुक मत
आज तू मन की हारी है, कल वक्त की यारी होगी|
एक कदम आगे तो बढ़ा
आज तू बिखरी हुई है, कल मंजिल के करीब होगी|

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A THOUSAND THANKS

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तेरा मेरा रिस्ता
जिंदगी भर नहीं चाहिए
जब तक तू है
जिंदगी तब तक चाहिए ।

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THE BLIND GIRL
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'Blind for Ages' she wrote
With deep thoughts and buoyant mood
She is sightless but with a vision
She sets out to be a muse, for a reason.

She knows her limits
She can't see the light shining
But the shades of despondency
Can't fade the light within.

To write, is her ability
Blindness is not a disability
It's okay to be scared of dark
Her passion can take her far.

She just wants to be real
She seeks attention and praises
The soul of her poetry portrays
The message of self-acceptance.

Let her be a mirror
To make us see a bit clear
We are only as blind
As we choose to be, in life.

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RAIN
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Trailing shadow covers the hills
Burning body thrills
Squirrel hides with a piercing shrill
Greet the shower and the frosty chill

Splashing against the window grills
Rain drench the bright twill
Pits along the streets get filled
Traffic crawled to a near standstill

Let the rain kiss the earth, till
A thirsty crow enjoys every swill
Allow a poet to distill
Her thoughts through her skill

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A GHOST IN MY DREAM
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I saw something strange
A shapeless figure appeared
Spirally with a buzz
Swirling cloud of dust
I gazed with bulged eyes
Shivering beneath my shawl
He asked me to come out
I nodded my head in fear
I plucked up my courage
And nearly fainted at first glance
He was garbed in white tattered cloth
With no hands and no tongue
I screwed up my courage , again
Took a little peep at him
He was standing intrepidly
I was gasping timidly
I got confused , I asked
Who made eye sockets in your sheet ?
Are you enjoying
To haunt houses without feet ?
He growled and stood firmly
Is he a taciturn ghost ? I murmured
Then I boasted with a scowl
I made mockery of his growl
I tried to frighten him
And jumped out of my bed
Mom's slap woke me up
Ah ! It was a dream , I guess !

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THE GIRL IN THE PHOTOGRAPH
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I found an old album
A silvery scratchy one
I waved my fingers,across
A girl in a relaxed stance
With eyes full of innocence.

Happiness was etching on her face
With ambition so high
Lips were curled in curiosity
To cherish every moment
With ardent embrace.

But between then and now
She realised the worth of struggle
Life is not sweet without efforts
She is no longer a child
The girl in the photograph is me.

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