A dictionary will tell you, that hope and despair are opposites to each other. Where there is despair, there is no hope and vice versa.
Life will tell you differently. Hope springs from the unfathomable depths of despair. When there is so much despair that it surrounds you completely, a sliver of hope begins to light around you.
Hope for a little less despair.
Hope for a moment of reprieve.
Hope for the better.
If you observe closely, you will realise the nature of relationship between hope and despair is not an anomaly. It is only in knowing hate, that one truly understands love. The night is darkest before the break of dawn. The land burns hot before the rain soothes its burns. Maybe the idea of attraction of opposites is not just the science of magnets, or charges, but rooted in the life around us. Maybe what we think of opposites are actually, truly, two sides of the same coin. And maybe that is why, they attract each other. Because the missing pieces of one are found in the other, and only then, is a complete picture formed.

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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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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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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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