In silence they bloom, yet speak so much,
Soft whispers of grace in a gentle touch.
Colors that dance in the morning light,
Petals like dreams, pure and bright.

A tender fragrance drifts through the air,
Nature’s own poem, beyond compare.
Though fleeting their life, their beauty stays,
Etching soft joy in countless ways.

Flowers remind us, subtle and sweet,
That even in endings, life feels complete.

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भीड़ में रहकर भी तन्हाई का सफ़र करता हूँ,
हँसी के शोर को भी खामोशी से बसर करता हूँ।

रिश्तों की गलियों में सब अपने-अपने से लगे,
पर दिल के वीराने में मैं बस खुद से गुज़र करता हूँ।

कभी किताबों में तो कभी ख्वाबों में खोया रहता हूँ,
वो सुकून जो चेहरे पर मुस्कान भर दे, तलाश मगर करता हूँ।

अकेलापन सज़ा है या इनायत, समझ नहीं आता,
यही दिल से हर रोज़ मैं एक सवाल करता हूँ।

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A flower blooms, so soft, so bright,
Carved in silence, kissed by light.
Its petals speak, though words are few,
A secret language, pure and true.

It sways with winds, yet never falls,
A gentle strength within it calls.
Though fragile seems its fleeting stay,
It teaches love in its own way.

In every hue, a story flows,
Of hope, of healing, as it grows.
For in one blossom, hearts discover,
The art of life, and love’s deep cover.

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What a wintrous, magically
Beautiful evening that was !!
When everything around seemed
Astonishingly selcouth yet pleasant
And cold,
When the conifer loved to balter
Also, the wind wasn't on hold.
When little creatures chased
That huge sky,
And flattered their wings to
Make themselves fly.
When the younger ones
Had the urge to sing
For their heartease,
But onism for some of them
Acted like a piece of ice
And make their feet go freeze.
When a daydreamer wished
To be a heliophile like before,
And the sailor prayed to chase
That missing ocean's shore.
When the rubatosis of my inner
Self made me realiseI was
Waiting for my leannan to come,
Sit together under the sequoia
And listen the melodious hum.
I waited for hours and hours
Still, it all went totally in vain
I picked up all my sorrow lastly
And float them in the falling rain.
When I found myself at home
And glowed the room with candle light
I had already developed
A feeling of euphoria that
Remained with rest of my life.

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दूर से आती है एक आवाज़ कोई
नाम मेरा ले कर वो मुझको बुलाती है
मुड़ के देखो तो कोई दिखता ही नहीं
फिर क्यों अंजान सदा मुझको सताती है
मैं छोड़ आया हूँ अपने पुराने रिश्ते सभी
फ़िर क्यों कोई याद यूँही चली आती है
दिन तो गुज़र जाता है ज़िंदगी के मसलो में
शाम होते ही वीरानी मुझको रुलाती है

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Mujhe jaana hai pichhle samay mei'n
Bahut arsa hua hai khud ko dekhe hue

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देख ही लेना था मुड़ के एक बार उसे
अब तो दीदार को आँख तरस जाती है

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कुछ हँसे
कुछ गाये
कुछने नाच किया
कुछ बस बारिश संग थे बरसे
कुछने गुज़रा वक़्त याद किया

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This January felt like 144 days.

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The worst feelings
Are explained best.

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