The motionless, dry leaves
scattered in my balcony
yearn for the winds.
Alone.
Gullible.
Plea to move on
from the desolation.
The leaves are tired of the rusted grills.
Tired of the dust and cobwebs.
They wait to be taken away.
To be blown away.
Trusting the winds, they long to fly.
They wish to fall in the open fields,
Feel the senescence. and die.

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I stood there at a corner and watched. I clearly recall how torn my state was. A part of me was afraid of being ostracized, while the other wanted to step in out of humanity. The latter me was weak. My limbs denied to volunteer. They were submissive towards the society. So was I.

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Rain speaks to me of the amber joy.
Wilted, rejected, yet overwhelmed by the aura of life.
Rain speaks to me of the drenched green,
How maidens of the flora and fauna frisk in buoyancy.
Rain speaks to me of the violet compassion.
Immoral love blooms in undisclosed rendezvous.
Rain speaks to me of the smothered red.
Drizzles slowly metamorphosing them into pacifying blue.

Rain speaks to me of every wet color enveloping the earth,
And I listen to them with my obtuse heart.
For my eyes are unknown of rainbows and light.
Impaired sense. Blinded sight.

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The more I tried
to annihilate
your memories,
the more I found them
absorbing the moment.

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बदनाम इन आंखों की गहराईयों से
तूने प्यार का दरिया तराश लिया
बेचैन इन जुल्फों की अंगड़ाईयों में
तूने जीने का ज़रिया पा लिया।
क्या खूब इबादत है इश्क की.. देखो
अरे क्या खूब इबादत है इश्क की देखो
बदचलन इस बेईमान जिस्म को
आफरीन तक कहला दिया॥

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When my heart was parched enough to reek of the dry memories,
You rained me with ink.
My river now flows with the verses you sing.

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You heard me crying
and left me to be me.
That's when I realized,
maybe our love
was never meant to be.

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My spirit had undergone resurrection. I woke up only to find myself in a dystopia. A world full of lies. A world full of objections and rejections, of denial and ignorance.

#justiceforzainab

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The moon seemed to be forlorn too. I sat on the bank, with a few shiny wet pebbles I would take back home as memories of this place. I had collected them from the river bed moments back. The shine would not stay long though, the next day I would bask them under the sun. The moonlight bathed me with it's beautiful ivory. I embraced the calm shower of light along with the much needed solitude it was selflessly providing.
A little distance ahead of me, on the other side of the river was a large lonely camperdown elm tree. I looked at it, and shared the momentary peace. It didn't seem uncanny to me. Not then.
The cold winter winds carried with it the pecking of a distant woodpecker. The crickets added to the nature's rhythm. I laid down on the wet grass. The gossamer fabric of my long satin night gown touched the damp mossy bricks, which baked in the sun all day. Yet, the dew is irresistible.
Never before had I felt the nature with such ecstacy. With every breath I could feel the freshness pump my soul, soothe and caress my insides. The starry sky in front of me laid over my anguish like a damp quilt. Cold, yet warm. Nature's essence.
The beckoning of the night.

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When you monopolize
the falling shaft
coming down my amber hair
in the glitter of your eyes,
Bask in the warmth
my sun kissed eyes emanate,
Glean every single glimmer
out of my lashes
preserve them as priced pearls,
Embedding,
embracing them every night,
I fall for you.
A little more.
A little each day.

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