सबकी छोटी-छोटी बातें याद आती हैं,
किसी के चले जाने के बाद याद आती है,
अक्सर होता है एसा हम अच्छा करैं तब
हमें बुराई जरूर मिल ही जाती है,
लोग हमें अच्छा कहें या ना कहें,
लोग अक्सर बुरा जरूर कहते हैं,
अच्छा अक्सर छुप जाता है मगर,
बुराई छोटी हो, अक्सर उजागर होती है

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जिस प्रकार साफ ब्लैकबोर्ड पर
जो लिखो, चाक से जैसा लिखो
वैसा ही नजर है आता.........
उसी प्रकार
छोटे बच्चे का मस्तिष्क एक खाली-
साफ ब्लैकबोर्ड सा होता है, उस पर
अच्छा या बुरा जो भी लिखा जाता है
वही भविष्य में उभर कर आता है.

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It leaves a scar that aches
and you can't express.
As the world knows much
about the stories of breakups
and after. But no one tells
about how it feels to trust
a friendship that's no longer left.
I have given reasons and excuses,
from my faith to tears. And I left me,
while it left between.

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IF only I remember NOT to think
BUT all I do is to rush back to those
lanes resting solace in the crater.
I'm forgetting days, months and years.
If only I remember that they will narrate
even after me.

Of all the counts from,
One to seven, to nine and zero.
From trusts and mistrusts,
broken ugly to mending beautiful.
I wish for a sleep between these counts.

Disputing long, I slept, I woked up to a star land,
clustered with pink and white blossoms.
And I saw a home. Where I took rest
peacefully, lean and pale but glowing
as if I was just born out of the nature.
But my sleep gets beautifully disturbed.

My friend comes with a cup of coffee and
a rusk cake. But it smelled of a bitterness
amidst buttery foam. Then I realized,
only if ever I have had any friend!

Alas! It was all just an illusion, framed
in words and phrases.
All I say is
If not but, not if but, but not if!

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It felt good,
that you felt rich,
your delights
whispered in my ear,
Your sensual chase
through words
made me at cloud nine,
Your symbaritic touches,
Your caressing,
Your pampering,
risen my ecstasy,
Desirous I, held you tight,
Incited you,
slide the prick in me slight,
then you banged me
with big strokes,
Made me to see
the stars in day bright,
Moans become loud,
on screwing my twat,
I cried pleasurably
on the verge of my melt.

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