Kuch

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That urge to fall in love with life again in September and that eagerness to meet September like an old friend..that time of the year when we are tired but still glad to be alive even when we are holding the dark clouds..that love which blooms the flowers inside..Dear September I missed you my old friend

- notyet100

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उन्होंने हमारे हाथ में एक पन्ना देखा
और उन्हें लगा की हम ठहरे हुए है
उन्हें नहीं पता है की जबसे हमने पन्ना पकड़ा है
हम कभी रुके ही नहीं
हम लिखते रहे रोज़ एक नया सपना
हम बदलते रहे अपनी राह।
- notyet100

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How alive that’s what I feel like asking sometimes even myself because I feel however sad our life is we need to live..and to live which makes our soul happy that itself has become so expensive..so if I am not here I am busy living which can be anything even cooking or taking care of plants or arranging my books or making the grocery list or menu planning..I need that white space when I sit back and write or read or paint and stay away from myself or maybe I am more closer to myself but there are days when u take break from those things and do something which makes me happy or in other words I am trying to live ..

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यह ज़िंदगी जीने की लत है शायद
जों उदासी में भी वो रोशनी ढूँढ लेती है।
यह ख़ुद से मोहब्बत करने की चाह है शायद
जो हर रोज़ एक नया रास्ता ढूँढ लेती है।
- notyet100

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This year is about digital decluttering
And about erasing those footsteps
Which made me and broke me
This year is about going again
Through those memories
- notywt100

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कुछ धुंधला सा कुछ ऐसा लगा
उन यादों को देखकर
जैसे कल की ही बात हो
पर इतना कुछ छूट गया है पीछे
कुछ ऐसा लगा जैसे बहुत कुछ
खो दिया है हमने।
- notyet100

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I keep going back to my old poems, those poems which I wrote in my phone and never published. Everytime I read them it’s a bittersweet longing.Longing for that time which is lost already. I have that urge to pull them out and exhibit. But then I feel now the time is not right. Maybe some other day..I read them and walk again in that time..and maybe write something else just like I am doing now..those poems have become my friend for days when I am alone at home.they help me exist.never knew just to exist one day would become so expensive..
- Notyet100

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When you are more content in editing your drafts
When you prefer to be in those incomplete poems
Instead of pushing them out from darkness
When you have started loving the quiet in your life..
- notyet100

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That kind of heartbreak
which you can’t explain
when you need to soothe
the soul of family knowing
quietly you also are breaking..
That kind of heartbreak.,
- notyet100

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