She took a moment,
A sudden relapse,
All of it was clear,
More evident perhaps,
Those aches & bruises,
A sense of purpose,
They all seem to had,
A journey now,
With a brighter view,
And newer,
Insights to grasp,
A ray of sunshine,
Finally,
After many storms ahead,
A new her,
A fresh perspective assessed,
As if a phoenix had rose,
Through ashes amid the mess.

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From dusk to dawn,
A little birdie fled through all,
Heights to be feared,
Insecurities to be crossed,
The little birdie made it through all,
Wings in the sky,
With freedom in thoughts,
Yes, quite through;
Endless possibilities afterall,
The little birdie crossed the wall,
To the new world,
With a intent to build,
Her new home.

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And I slowly wither,
Like those,
Rose petals in your journal,
Only to assure,
That with each shred,
My fragrance still follows.

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Arz kia hai,
Ki dil-e-gustakh ka,
Ab kya hi kijiye janab,
Ki fakat ek guftugu hi kaafi thi,
Unki qurbat me,
Ek bar firse,
Mashroof ho jane ke liye.

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I seek your presence,
Every now and then in me,
A part of me seems to hover,
Around like,
Dazzling moon my thee,
As if,
Left alone heartbroken,
To witness the fate of,
A banished will for,
'You & I'
To be 'We'.

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And she ran barefoot,
In the temple's to pray,
To bless her with his heart,
If it's meant to stay,
To her surprise,
He held her tight,
Saying those;
Three special words outright,
Then & there,
Magical story begin,
A tale of sharing,
Her favourite "blues" with him,
A tale of longing,
Waiting to be complete,
Yet somehow,
Remained,
Unrequited & unfinished.

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Tu khwab sa khoobsurat,
Mein is zindigi si maleen,
Na rukh tune kbhi badla,
Aur na ijajat kbhi,
Is begairat zindagi ko mili !!

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So this was her,
Amid the autumn fall,
Waiting through,
Withering leaves to grow on,
Sweet goodbyes,
And a smile,
In her teary eyes,
She bid for,

So this was how,
Love she fall for,
Like leaves she withered,
Waiting through,
A fantasy to unfold for,
Ache too harsh,
For her to look out for,
Yet a smile,
Wondering if,
This was how,
All she dreamt of.

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To the verses never formed,
To the poetry not renowned,
To the dreams simply drowned,
To the promises torn somehow,
Whispering to look for,
Reason to be abruptly forsaken,
Why us, Why we, Why's & Why's,
As if a mystery so hidden,
That instead,
She smiled with distress in her eyes,
Reassuring her heart,
With every sunset,
Follows the sunrise.

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She shook her head,
With a long pause,
And asked,
"Is this how love supposed to be ?"
To her wonders,
He softly whispered,
"As radiant as sunflower,
As twinkling a star could be,
As tranquil as water,
As mesmerizing as poetry,
Isn't how being in love is felt to be "

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