The cacophonous sounds in your head
Start being louder than the beat in your chest
And the white and black and grey thoughts
Start eating away from your soul in slots
And your tongue just doesn't twist or touch your teeth
You know the words, you have a speech
But the cords won't vibrate, they just don't do it
Don't write until writing becomes the only way
For your emotions, and thoughts and feelings to be heard and seen
If you really don't want to experience the phenomenal phenomenon writing is.
But
If magic is something you trust
Don't wait to write until you're amidst confusion and distrust
Write a little everyday
A word maybe, a sentence, a paragraph, a story
Don't stop writing until
There's a melody in your heart, it's lyrics in your head
A rainbow of thoughts to paint your soul
And every word you say, a poetry in itself.

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They love differently- the guy and the girl
She shows it in gestures, he says it in words
Her love blooms in the flowers at his bedside
His captured in gifts expensive and personalised
But they blend into one every day
When the coffee she makes swirls in the mugs engraved
"To the noises that hum harmony
And the silence that embraces chaos
To your love lulling my soul
And yours dancing to the tune of mine."

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जो कहना हो कि हमे पूजते हो तुम देवी समझ
जो कहना हो तुम रक्षक हो, न्याय के भी सक्षम हो
तो ज़्यादा नहीं कुछ बस इतनी सी मेहरबानी करना
तुम लड़की हो ये मुझको दोबारा कभी मत कहना फिर
मत कहना कि कमज़ोर हूं और हो तुम मेरे सरपरस्त
मत कहना आवाज़ ऊंची है मेरी, हंसती ज़रा ज़ोर से हूं
और कपड़े यूं तो ठीक हैं, पर शरीफ ज़रा कम लगती हूं
मत कहना मुझको वो जो दोस्त था मेरा, उससे राबता तोड़ दूं
और मत समझाने आना मुझको की अपनी ज़िन्दगी कैसे जीयूं।

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I lost love.
The magic disappeared one day.
In poetry, the magic happened once again.

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The tea boils over
It reminds me of how
You always watch the leaves
As they spread their colour
Adding shades of bronze
To the ivory of milk, and say
"A pinch is enough cara,
A pinch is enough to change things,
To create something better
Something fresh, something new"

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An unopened letter.....
(Read story in caption)

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I have closed the doors
Of my heart
So you don't find a way
To leave
I have engulfed both of us
Into darkness
Away from the air and the light
Claustrophobic, anxious, sad
Stale, rotten, dead inside
For so long I have held onto
The corpse that's left of you
And of me
Bound together, unhappy
Now I open a window
Go follow your light, shine
Breathe the air that's fresh
Inhale, appreciate, cherish
Don't come back O loved one
Not when with me you perish

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You would hold your last breath
Taking it in deep
Letting it reach places in you
Places that otherwise would not be touched
Letting it hold your soul captive
To be taken along wherever
That last breath would take you.

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In fulfillment of her dream, I had killed my hope

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I would be that uninvited
Barely welcome house guest
Standing alone by some corner
Waiting for love to notice my presence
Maybe come and greet me with a drink
Even a simple hello would do really
I would listen to the music love likes
See him dance to his favourite tunes
With everyone but me
And wish he would ask me on the floor
Invite me for a round of salsa or ballroom

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