If it doesn't rain ..
Would you sow the seeds in warm...
Or plant the sky for a storm?

If it doesn't blend...
Would you quench your fire to melt the sky...
Or let your dreams take wing and fly?

If it doesn't burn...
Would you pull the stars to cover the night...
Or spark a stick to make it light?

If it doesn't sway...
Would you follow the breeze...
Or carve the path through trees?

And What if it doesn't turn...
Would you dig beneath your shadow's glee..
Or set your soul free?

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A pebbled road and a smoky ride...
Where winds blew in the high tide...
Oh my dear, how did you fall..
From early morning to dusky night?

Was it a path or a rugged terrain...
Which cost you a night, full of rain..
Had You returned to your home..
You could have lived in your dome...

But now when it's lost all around...
The path unknown, nowhere to be found...
It seems to grow colder...
Silent, chilled, and a bit older....

And what follows your heart...
Remains quiet when everything falls apart...
it's your Whisper, it's your breath...
A drift of shadows lost in faith.

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It was a fair winter....
When I came across a teak brown leaf..
Shivering in calm...
With red eyes and frozen palms....
And I wondered...
What it takes to grow in cold...
A timber snug or a grave old....
As I offered my brisk nose...
To touch and lure...
It shook me off the snow...
Like a musky blow...
And covered me in a blanket...
As I was a ginned cotton...
Offering glow...
It wasn't dusk , it wasn't dawn...
it wasn't musk , it wasn't brown...
But a tig to ignite...
And a perennial alight.

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The calmness you bring..
in the uncertainty of din...
As a cold escape...
In the warmth of spring...

Where you shine..
like a firefly in the murk...
I think you are oblivion..
in the garden of quirks...

And Whenever I hold my breath..
you feel like a breeze...
escaping away...
Drenched in rainy skies...

Don't you remember me?..
I met you in a reverie...
isn't it the same night...
When I asked you to ignite.....

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आज दो रोटी ज्यादा बनेगी...
उस घर में..
जहां हर दिन बारी-बारी से एक इंसान भूखा सोता है..
कभी किसी की बातों से पेट भर जाता है..
तो कभी कुछ किस्सों से...
लगता है आज कुछ दो चार सिक्के ज्यादा मिले हैं..
तभी झंझनाहट की आवाज आई थी..
पर शायद किस्मत को ये मंजूर नहीं..
जो दो रोटी के चक्कर में एक माचिस की डिब्बी भूल आया...
शायद आज सबकी बारी आएगी...
कोई बात नहीं जी
पेट ही तो भरना है..
आज ख्याली पुलाव की बारी है..

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Get ready...
Embrace the nights...
Cause the days will be mine..
And you will follow the lights....
You might query...
How did it happen...
And I would say...
it's not the darkness which adorns me...
But it's the barren sky...
Which tumbles the soil...
To escape the time...
As I'm not alone..
Who wants to see the magic....
In the rhythm of twinklers.

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As the evening progressed...
with the swishing winds
I know what your eyes looked for...
I may not be the sunshine.
But it's the same beach
covered in mud of shriek...
Where you paved the shores
To glitter around my sunset.

So...before this night falls
And the imageries cover your eyes...
Let your soul feel the presence
Of crumbling space inside your lies...
'cz It's not the twilight
You craved for...
It's the beacon of your shadows
Unaware of the murk.

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Although it started shrivelling...
Like a cold blooded summer...
Turning out red...
While meeting the blue...

The rainstorm wasn't ready yet...
When you curled the waves...
Like a pearl fisher dives into...
The heart of the ocean....

Have you ever been on the ship?...
That carries the moonshine.....
Where the only hope to bloom...
Is the night of doom....

You can not scream...
You can not escape...
When you carry the load of...
Growing black to hue.

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किसी के व्यक्तित्व की छवि निहारनी हो.. तो अकलन ये मन का कैसा है....
क्या तुमने कभी अपनी इच्छा के विपरीत कभी कोई रहस्य नहीं ढूंढा है?
ये रक्त बीज नहीं जो तुम्हारे धमनियों से मार्ग प्रशस्त करे...
ये तो केवल तुम्हारे विचारों की अनुभूति है....
जो तुम्हारी दशा से अधिक तुम्हारे जीवन का सार है।

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It's not Spring anymore....
Of blooming maples...
When the last of us....
Traced down our memories..

It's not cold anymore....
Piercing our skin..
When we used to touch our scars..
Without covering our flesh...

It's not felony anymore...
Crowned over my sepals...
When you plucked the thorns...
Out of roses....

And It's not agony anymore...
Craving for desires...
When you used to soak up....
The heat of despair

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