मैंने तुम पर एक कविता लिखी है~
हां मैंने तुम पर एक कविता लिखी है,
लिखी है तुम्हारी व्यथा, तुम्हारी उलझन
रात में करवटें बदलते तुम और भीगे तेरे नयन
हां मैंने देखा है तुम्हें छुपाते हुए,
अपने आंसू,
और बहाते हुए उन पर
जिनको तुम्हारे अस्तित्व का भी खयाल नहीं
मैंने देखा है तुम्हें,
चुप चुप के गाते हुए,
मैंने पढ़ी है तुम्हारी डायरी और उसमें बंद वो अनगिनत नज़्म
जो तुम कभी किसी को नहीं सुनाओगी
क्यूंकि तुम्हें डर लगता है,
डर लगता है कि कहीं फिर से कोई तोड़ ना दे~
तुम्हारा वो दिल जो तुम उस डायरी में संजो कर रखती हो
अपने मन की तिजोरी में कितना कुछ समाए घूम रही हो तुम~
हीरे मोती सम तुम्हारे हृदय में बुने ख्याल,
तुम डरती हो फिर कोई लूूट जाएगा,
और सजा देगा किसी और के गले में।

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मुराद में मांग लिया है,
मोज़जा- ए - हयात तुम्हें,
तेरी आशिकी ने इस कुफ्र को भी
नूर - ए - सजदा करा दिया।

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बंदिशें जितनी हैं तुम उन्हें तोड़ दो,
तुम भी उन्मुक्त गगन में प्यार का पंछी छोड़ दो.

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Sometimes I want to write
I want to write out of agony, delight
and
sometimes out of fright
of the latest horror movie I recently watched;
Or dreaming about losing the one I already lost.
Sometimes I rhyme a line while looking at myself in the mirror;
Sometimes I write about
when my happiness has no bounds;
Like the dialogues I write from the movies,I love-
on a sheet which may be lost, someday
Maybe lost forever,
But I still write, hoping to resonate with each syllable.
Sometimes I write when I wish,
I could hear one last sound~
Of the deceased,of the lost and the forgotten;
I have been missing all over
Sometimes, I write when I wish I looked perfect in the mirror
I wish, my skin was a little fair and my curves a little slimmer;
Sometimes I write when I cry,
When nobody would listen,
And I would fill myself with all the grief
That perfectly rhymed with all the desires;
Desires, which I can't fulfil;
Instead cry in the corner and have a beautiful nap
To revisit the plight, I left on my pillow
To embrace me with open arms ;
As I start a new day,
with a hope to write again .

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A Lifelong Slumber~
Thou lying motionless on sheets,
Or reading poetic figurines?
With a picture of I,
Near thy heart?
Or singing hymns,
Or hearing birds perch ;
on tunes thou assert?
Ameliorating the fuss that surrounds
Engrossed in a oneiric reminiscence-
In a lover's dream, of thine it seems;
Abhorring all paths, drifting me from thee,
I climb over traverses and reach out to flee.
Flee to a land which dosen't separate,
To hold one another and to feel thine embrace.
On a parchment of papyrus, written,
Vows from which we spell.
Spell for a lifetime,
Sit under the oak tree ;
Danced merrily and I looked into thy blithe eyes;
I feel rejuvenated and alive again,
In thy presence and enchanted enticement;
Quickened, saw the quaint dream faint;
Mourned on the quickness of the memory,
Was awestruck when reality hit;
I wish with coil,
O lord ,curb me inside a lifelong slumber
Where I could lie with thee.

O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
Would a brave like thee, o'er wrought time and distance;
Oh,I am dying to be in thine embrace, Romeo!
-Sukriti Chowdhury

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Homecoming...

they all miss his winning smile
the laugh that filled them up
everyone's Sweetheart,
tired of meeting on face times
and not in person...
to embrace all ,with open arms
and not by faking e-hugs,
on silly phone screens...
today he is to come home...
it will be like he was never away!

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The bed is empty and so are the shelves,
Our room is so desolate and no one I could hear.
There are no pictures on the wall
and I have not broomed the room at all.
Since, 21st of this month.

One afternoon I woke up
And had flashbacks of you lying on your bed,
And watching another released episode of Game of Thrones .
This year also ended,
Just like the season 8th.
And you left this room
The way,Khaleesi parted from Snow.
I am also leaving shortly,
Maybe in a year we will visit this room
And look on the walls,
which will have pictures different from the ones we hung;
And smile,
cause we could see through the memories,after all.

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मैं कौन हूं?
आज मैं खुदसे ये प्रश्न अवश्य करूंगी
और जानूंगी
मुझ जैसी कैसी होती हैं?
क्या वो मेरी तरह ही चश्मा लगाती हैं?
और स्वछंद वार्ता करती हैं,
मैं किस आंकलन में आती हूं?
क्या मैं घरेलू हूं या उन्मुक्त?
क्या मैं कोमल हूं या अड़ियल?
क्या मैं बदसूरत हूं या कम अक्ल?
क्या मैं वीभत्स हूं या दिव्य?
मेरी जैसी किस वर्गीकरण में आती हैं?
मैं किस वर्गीकरण में आती हूं?
क्या तुम जानते हो मैं कैसी हूं?
तभी तो बोला होगा इतने प्रण से,
तो बताओ ना मुझ जैसी कैसी होती हैं?

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Love

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-The Adducted Tone

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