ये वक़्त अगर परवाह में ही गुज़र जाएगा,

तो सोचो हमारे पास याद करने को क्या रह जायेगा।

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कंक्रीट के जंगल उगाकर,
जड़ों को जड़ से मिटाकर,
चाहते हैं हम,
बारिश में चलाना
कागज़ की नाव,
और नेह से सिक्त
पेड़ की छाँव !

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उसकी तस्वीर को सीने से लगाकर,
बेचैन होकर हर पल सोती रहती है
क्या कँहू अकिंत,शहीद सैनिक की मॉं
बस आजकल रोती ही रहती है...

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Don't feel like you are in any jail. You chose your path by your own. You went college for your bright future. Feel like your home. Accept the things whatever you are getting there and be happy in that surrounding atmosphere.

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Open your heart to that person who values it ,
Rest will just play with your heart...!

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आज हवाएँ भी कुछ निराश सी हैं,
चाँद भी थका सा, एक टक निहार रहा है,
तारे सारे बुझे-बुझे से हैं,
बादल भी उदासी छलकाता, स्थिर खड़ा है।
चिराग़ भी नहीं जल रहे अंधेरों में,
रोशनी कहीं लापता है...
हँसता-खेलता शहर सन्नाटे का शिकार है,
सिसकियाँ तक नहीं सुनाई देतीं...
घुप्प अंधेरे में कैद सारा समा है!
न जाने क्या हुआ उस ज़ोरदार धमाके के बाद,
कोलाहल से भरपूर शहर, ख़ामोश खड़ा है!

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Would I lie to you or tell you the truth
In all these chaotic wonder story lines,
somewhere you forgot what character
you had been playing, somewhat likely to be
Loved and some to be forgotten.
but beyond all these I still lived in the pages of
the book where you left me with your
marked memories, I lived like a prisoner in my
own fiction world,and forgot to live in yours.

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Never ever forget
their sacrifices..
I know words are not enough.
These words are not gonna bring everyone back,
But
Getting stronger means a lot.
This was the
End of the most unbearable situation, which taught us some lessons.
#26/11

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Would you like to sit on the pillion of my rickety Activa as I take you to Delhi's tallest flyover to watch and take in the breathtaking Khan-i-khana tomb at night, lit up in a lazy but calming yellow? I stop the scooter along the very edge and let cars whiz past us as we gape open-mouthed at the monument, trying not to let any thoughts adulterate the sheer purity of the moment.

I break your reverie with my favourite question "Has beauty ever made you cry?" from within the helmet, and when you say after a lot of ponder, "not really, has it made you?" I turn and show you my wet eyes. You don't say a word but as I start the engine, I feel a hand shyly climb and rest on my shoulder. For the first time.

I drive ahead and we don't share a word hereafter. Just a light touch on my shoulder that acknowledges your presence. When I drop you at your home in Copernicus Marg, you whisper, thank you. What for, I ask. You don't say, but smile. I return home to find the message:
"For baring yourself a little. It made me cry."

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