"पुरुष भी सुंदर हैं "

उनकी नींद भरी आवाज़ में,
भीगे हुए, बिखरे बालों में,
पलकों के शरमाने में,
तारीफ़ करने पे हल्की सी मुस्कानो में,
बच्चों संग खेलने में,
बाहों के घेरे में भरने में,
दुनिया से महफूज़ रखने में,
आँखों की हया में,
बच्‍चों जैसी हरकतों में,
छोटी-छोटी चीज़ों में खुशियाँ ढूँढने में —
वो हर जगह खूबसूरत लगता है।

वो जो हर अंदाज़ में कुछ कहता है,
हर खामोशी में एक एहसास रखता है।
इन सब लम्हों में जो बसता है
वो पुरुष भी सुंदर हो सकता है ।।

क्यों..हो सकता है ना??

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नज़रों में चमक, बातों में असर,
चलते हैं जैसे हो सारा नगर।
मौन में भी गूंजती है बात,
पुरुष की सुंदरता है खास जज़्बात।

ना केवल चेहरा, ना केवल रूप,
उनकी सुंदरता है कर्मों की धूप।
संघर्ष में जो ना हारे कभी,
उनके पसीने में बसती है कविता सभी।

कोमल दिल, मगर फौलादी इरादा,
हर मोड़ पर निभाते हैं वादा।
सहनशीलता और दृढ़ता का संग,
इनमें छुपा है सौंदर्य का रंग।

माँ के आँचल सा हो जो सहारा,
दोस्त की तरह दिल से प्यारा।
जिम्मेदारियों को जो हँस के उठाए,
हर दर्द में भी मुस्कान लुटाए।

दुनिया कहे सुंदरता रूप में हो,
मैं कहूँ — वो सुंदर है जो सच्चे स्वरूप में हो।
जो आँसू छुपा के सपने बुनता है,
सच मानो, वही पुरुष सबसे सुंदर बनता है।

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I’d shine with all my quiet might—
Not the brightest in the sky,
But one who stays when others fly.

I’d whisper calm through velvet skies,
A gentle gleam where darkness lies.
Not made to lead or light the way,
But just to stay—
And never stray.

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"An Ode to Old School Romance"

There is magic in the simple and slow,
A rhythm the fast-paced world won’t know.
Where glances lingered, shy and true,
And hands met slow in skies of blue.

Where letters inked with hearts confessed
What modern texts could never express.
Each word a tremble, every line a prayer,
Folded with hope and scented with care.

When lovers danced with eyes not phones,
To vinyl crackles and softened tones.
"Dekho na ", "Tum se hi", "Hum Dum"
Songs that touched what words couldn’t say.

Rain fell like blessings from above,
And two souls met in drenched-out love.
They twirled not for views, but for bliss,
To hold, to sway, to steal a kiss.

Cuddles weren’t rushed, nor touches bold,
But warm as quilts in winter’s cold.
A hug meant more than just embrace—
It said, “I see you,” and found its place.

Patience bloomed in waiting hearts,
Days apart were poetic parts.
And every reunion, a sacred thing—
With silence wrapped in golden string.

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I stayed too long in places that hurt,
Wore my silence like a second shirt.
Said “I’m fine” when I was not,
Gave and gave, and still forgot—
That I deserved a softer space,
Not just love that made me chase.

I bent so far, I nearly broke,
Laughed through tears, and called it hope.
But freedom came in quiet ways,
In choosing peace on heavy days.
In walking out, not slamming doors,
Just knowing I was meant for more.

It wasn’t loud, it wasn’t fast—
But I stopped living in the past.
Now every breath feels like a choice,
And in my stillness, I found a voice.

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A thousand sunsets, each one more beautiful because it’s shared with YOU❣️

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I am stardust, not their doubt,
A quiet strength inside and out.
Built from cracks, but shining through,
I am enough — raw, real, true.

Self-respect is how I speak,
Soft, but never small or weak.
I heal in silence, bloom in pain,
Fall, then rise — again, again.

I don't need crowns to know my name,
My worth was never tied to fame.
I am the light I used to seek,
Whole, unshaken, wild, unique.

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Pucchu and Gullu, a tale untold,
Of chaos and calm, of hearts made bold.
They fight like Tom and Jerry on repeat,
Yet in the silence, their souls still meet.

She pokes, he teases, it’s part of the game,
Yet love burns wild beneath every flame.
They irritate, argue, walk off in flair,
But can’t breathe right if the other’s not there.

Gullu is Isha’s calm in every storm,
A hug in chaos, steady and warm.
A rainbow burst when the skies fall grey,
A soft “I got you” in a thousand ways.

One shouts loud, the other stays still,
One throws fire, the other bends will.
But always, always—they come back to start,
Because this kind of love knows the map to the heart.

Gullu is her shield, her laughter, her light,
Her midnight comfort, her morning bright.
The home she finds in a voice, in a glance,
The hand that holds her when life won't dance.

No grand confessions, no daily display,
But in every small act, they find their way.
A friendship so loud, yet wordlessly true—
A bond made of madness, of me and of you.

So here's to Isha and her Gullu divine,
A friendship chaotic, eternal, and fine.
Not just best friends, they’re fate in disguise—
Two souls that met and never said goodbye.

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Pucchu and Gullu, a storm and a flame,
Fighting like rivals, loving the same.
In chaos, they laugh; in silence, they heal,
A bond that’s messy, loud, and real.

One calms, one burns, yet always near,
They annoy, they care, they wipe each tear.
Not just best friends, but soul-designed—
A home in each other, perfectly aligned.

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"GULLU"

You're my solace in life's chaotic storm,
A calm within, a heart that's warm.
Your happiness is contagious and bright,
Making my world a better sight.

I wish for you a love that's true,
A partner who understands, comforts, and sees you through.
Someone who loves you MORE than I DO,
And cherishes you, through all life's pursuits.

"LAADLA", this term that holds my heart,
A love so pure, a bond that's a work of art.
You're more than words can say,
A treasure, a friend, in every way.

My way of loving you might seem quite rare,
Annoying and irritating you, with love and care.
But know that it's all from my heart,
A quirky way to show we're never apart.

My dearest wish is for your happiness to stay,
To see you smile, in every wonderful way.
I'll always treasure our bond of friendship so dear,
Filled with laughter, banters, and love that's pure and clear.

If only wish I could pamper you, spoil you too,
Indulge in your dramas, and tantrums, with a love that's true.
But know that I'm here for you, through thick and thin,
Forever your friend, your partner in laughter and grins.

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