घर की धूप

कुछ साल पहले
एक धूप पड़ती थी मेरे चेहरे पर
तो छुपा लिया करती थी अपना चेहरा
दूसरे शहर की धूप ने हाथ जला दिया।

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Dear B,
I still have few of your books with me that you left.
I carry your 'pocket dictionary of the human body' with me
everywhere I go or it is always on my study table.
I often think about you, B. Sometimes,
I miss you like you are already gone forever.
I open your dictionary,
Page-07 has the words allergy, amnesia and analgesic.
•Allergy- Maybe, it's an allergic reaction. Everytime I think about you I get sad and I start crying. Yes! Allergic for my eyes.
•Amnesia- You have forgotten your little sister.
•Analgesic- Maybe, we both just need painkillers.
Enough pain now.

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"step into the world of music made-"

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like wild bougainvilleas
and planted jasmines
in my city,
four steps ahead,
four steps behind,
we will all keep blooming.

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HAGYS

गाय, भैंस, गढ्ढे, गोबर on the streets be like:

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AOWO

midnight poem,
after seeing all the 'good night' comments:

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i'd love to see a fight between teachers who say, "ye agle saal padhoge" and "ye bhi nhi aata. kon tha tmhara teacher pichle saal?"

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the only time i don't like rain is
when it मौन-soon.

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there,
how green and lively i look.
there,
i still wait for rain.

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