Melancholy craddled the night to sleep,
singing lullabies of satires.

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If the World’s still here tomorrow,
let me love you, like I would,
when I’m a mess of unchained melody.

You know what makes you beautiful?
I’m only me when I’m with you.
Every time we touch,
all of the stars, dance and sing,
take a little ride downtown,
forty miles from nowhere,
and wake me up, a thousand years later.

(Full poem in caption...)

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फर्क़ उसी की बात का पड़ता है..
जिसके होने का फर्क़ पड़ता है।

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They say,
there is always a light
at the end of the tunnel.
Have you ever seen that?
Could you describe,
how does it feel like?

Oh certainly!

I have seen that,
bright beam of light,
blinding my worries,
while I bask fingers
in the tiny golden droplets.

I have felt that,
as if I had been the source
of the rainbow, in someone’s clouds.

Sometimes it appeared,
like an outlined human figure.
Sometimes like an emotion,
sharing its abode in a dismantled heart.

I wish I could define,
how it revivified,
thriving spirits dangling upon,
days passing like ages.

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how much time does it take,
for a small effort,
to make someone happy?
A call could brighten someone's face.
The voice could soothe underlying anxieties.
It's all about efforts.
It's all about priorities.

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Ladies!

Our lives are a mess. Because we are raised to believe that we are a mess and some man is needed to clear our mess and pull us out. But then there are some exceptional men around us! Men who show the world how beautifully the mess can be held and handled. Men who make us realise our strengths and strengthen us further! Men who make us realise how a man should be truly raised. Be proud of such men in your life and even more proud of all the ladies in their life who have moulded them to become so sensitive, so gentle, yet so
empowering!

Happy Women's Day!

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महफ़िल में आज
अरसों बाद तेरा ज़िक्र हुआ,
जाम के हर कतरे पर,
आशिक तेरा नीलाम हुआ।

साहिल से पूछा था तेरा पता.. (२)
कमबख्त लहरों ने तेरी गलियों में उलझा दिया,
न दिन का ठिकाना रहा
न रहा अब रात का होश.. (२)
मझधारों के संग अब कारवां मेरा चल दिया|

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,
वो जो तेरा अपना है,
उसे गैरों में तू क्यों माने?
दिल पर उठती दस्तक को
शहर का शोर क्यों माने?
वो जो तेरी दिल की ज़मीन पर
गीली माटी सा रुहान है
उसे किसी और की मोहोब्बत क्यों माने?

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शाज़ ही मुकम्मल होते है..
इतनी दुआओं के बाद भी
ये हम ऐसे मिलते है..
जैसे..
फलक का एक टुकड़ा
मन्नत में मांग लिया हो..

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Ask me about loss
and poems
are my answers.

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