Is sawal-e jawab mein ,jawab-e - khaas ki talab

इंतहाई शौंक सी फिरात करदो
मेरी चढ़ती सुबह को शाम लिखकर
मेरी हर्फ-ए-दुआ को इजात करदो
हम ठहरे एक सवाल से.......
तुम इस सवाल का जवाब करदो

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For the love of rose,
Gardener becomes the slave of thousands thorns,
If one accepts ,he is equally aware that-
"Every rose has its thorn"

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CRUX OF THE STORY
Even when hearts reach out to me,
With gentle steps or honesty,
I stumble still, unsure, unfit,
To match their warmth with words that sit.

Some days I rise with love in sight,
With fervent hopes that burn so bright.
Yet in a blink, the fire bends,
And all that spark begins to end.

A friend once stepped into the scene,
To bridge a bond where none had been.
For her kind heart, I’m full of grace—
She tried to help love find its place.

But here’s the truth I can’t outrun:
The days still end with only one.
Despite the help, despite the try,
Alone I sit, and wonder why.

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Shifting Signs

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It seems that love's a distant star,
A hope I chase, yet never near nor far.
These tangled thoughts, they choke the day,
And in my mind, they often stay.
The court, though noble in its name,
Holds men more bold than hearts can tame.
No charm, just stares that pierce too deep—
In crowded halls, my peace won't keep.
But dogma isn’t what I wear;
I breathe in doubt, and still I care.
I open doors to other views,
Embrace the strange, accept the new.
Each morning now, a tarot spread,
With cards that speak of things unsaid.
And one clear thread they all reveal:
It’s not the truth I’ve come to feel.
The thought—I don't deserve a heart—
They tear it gently, part by part.
"That claim," they say, "won’t ever stand;
It’s smoke, not stone, nor drawn in sand."

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Tall shadows quiet fears
For days now, thoughts like rain have grown,
Of one who'd stand beside—my own.
A soul companion, kind and true,
Yet where he dwells, I’ve not a clue.

My mother’s gift—a voice, a choice,
To hear my heart, to trust its voice.
The world is wide, its faces blend,
But where does such a journey end?

Tall stature draws my passing gaze,
A grace that lingers, lights a haze.
But height alone cannot define
The deeper traits this heart calls mine.

What must he hold I won’t forsake?
Integrity that does not break.
A patient soul, a thoughtful mind—
A man both strong and gently kind.

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