If I write my love for you,
Would you ever miss me...
If I write my life for you..
Would you!, ever miss me,
If I write, that my life is on the
Eleventh hour...
Would you ever write,tiny MISS
on my way back to dust..

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Listening to your fastest heart beat❤
You write smile for the person who reads it,
You tear the whole book,
and yet find it unable to describe your feelings,
You just not scribble words..
But write hope, love, innocence, and also fear.
Fear of their ignorance,
Fear of their rejection,
And yet you drop your fastest heart beat
to that person 💌

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आज फिर उन गलियों से हमारा जाना हुआ ।

यह सोच हम आज हँस रहें है कि कभी
दर्द के सहरों पर हम खूब हँसा करते थे
चहरा देख इन यादों कि गलियों में
क्या खूब हम भी उनसे दिल लगाया करते थे।

ए वक्त ले चल मुझे फिर से उन गलियों में कि
खुद को समझा लूं मै,थोड़ा कम चाह ले उन्हे कि
तुझे सिर्फ यादो का सहारा है,ए वक्त ले चल मुझे कि
खुद से कह लूं मै,खुदा ने तुझे सिर्फ दर्द से नव़ाजा है।

आज भी,
न जान सकें हम कि क्यों उनका हमसे दूर जाना हुआ है
न जान सकें हम कि क्यों उनका हमसे दूर जाना हुआ है
ए खुदा बेरहमी नव़ाजी तूने बदले मेरी इबादत के, जान
यह,आज फिर से उन्ही गलियों से हमारा जाना हुआ है।

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Was I wrong,
To Consider..
Your every word,
a love song?

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It was Drizzling,
And suddenly I travelled
To different world,
The window seat in bus
Striking breeze,
Waiving trees
Relaxed my shoulders,
It is then many of us decide
And learn to MOVE ON.

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Your heart made an mistake,
It fell for thorns rather Roses,
The one's never loved, will
Shed your blood at kisses,
Yes your heart is at mistake
It was torn for loving thorns
Rather Roses...

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Is it the same rain..
Is it the same rain which made me jump on toes
Which made me love myself a little bit more,
Is it the same rain which made the mud smell Jasmine and Rose's...
Is it the same rain or is my heart growing numb..
Is it the same rain with gem drops or my eyesight is weaker now??

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Not everything is bad about darkness...

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SILENCE
(ch - 12)

As I came close to her, I was sure she was the same lady. Wrapping her arms close to her chest, she tried to safeguard herself from the cold wind. Taking slow steps I reached the lady, making sure she is not startled. Yes it was Maria, its been 15yrs since I first found her begging on the side walk. Her face did lit up into the brightest smile she could afford as soon as she identified me. Getting down to her, I could see the wrinkles around her eyes, she would be roughly of age 85. Her smile was genuine, and her blessings were divine. I loved the positivity she reflected.
It was David, who offered her bouquets everyday and asked her to sell them. She is capable of getting her food today all because of him. He treated her like his own mother, and she too found her happiness in him. His attachment to her was very truthful and beautiful. I removed my shawl and carefully wrapped it around her.
"You should live another decade Maria,"
"It is better I dont look into your eyes ",
" What's wrong with my eyes Maria..?"
I had no make up on, not even mascara, then what looked so horrible??
"Your eyes speak all the truth, it is painful to see your soul broken..."

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Silence
(Ch - 11)

Every single day she ran to every possible person visible to her on that route, thinking that he came back. Waiting for long 45 years for her Beloved husband, she finally died of heart attack in the same place where they had burnt her husband. The priest who lived beside her hut, blessed her, and his blessings were later engraved on the name plate of the road.
It is still here. It reads "love be yours, if your wait is like Levish's". She was happy to finally meet her husband in heavens. In honor of Levish the road was named Levish George road.
I am fortunate enough to fall in love with David on this road. Thankful to you Levish, that I yet believe, "Love will be mine, if my wait for him is like yours". I will wait for him, until I breathe my last.

The orange leaves from Maple trees along side the road had covered the whole route. It looked beautiful the way leaves fell slowly landing on ground. Autumn had arrived indeed. It was Drizzling, and the wind was freezing. Everyone around were in hurry to reach their destinations, or somewhere they could hide from the freezing wind.
It was then that my eyes fell on a lady, sitting on the side walk...

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