The sun has risen. Winds have forgotten to sleep. Trucks spew smoke, a cloud of black looming on the road like black mirror. I log onto my Instagram. It's been a week since I did. Work, travel, you. Everything has been a battle last week.
Your picture shows up on top. We have stopped talking. Communication gap widened to a stage of no communication. I binge like your pictures. All of them. As if my likes were my words wrapped inside the white heart that throbs once over your picture and disappears. Like us. You're in the mountains. Trees and tents. I too am heading to a mountain today. In search of some solace, some sobriety. Probably, some escape too.
Tell me one thing. When both of us are looking for the same thing, why aren't we looking for it together? Can't we simply escape into each other?-
You are the ONE who LEFT the GAME of GROWING OLDER and DYING TOGETHER in the MID, against all the PROMISES you MADE!!!
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If there is one last chance to meet my mom , then I genuflect to my heavenly mother and ask her to rest my Shoulder on her lap and just forgot all the worries, problems and responsibilities of this world and get merged myself totally in that beautiful moment of my life and shall exult in her lap.........
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फिर आज वो मरने मिटने की झूठी कस्मे खाने हमारे बीच आएंगे।
भोली जनता को एक नये भारत का झूठा सपना दिखाएंगे।
प्रजातंत्र की जो हत्या कर बैठे हुए है उसके सीने में जो
वो फिर आज हमारे बीच आकर हमसे तालियाँ बजवायेगे।
"जय हिन्द "
"जय भारत "-
One of the surprising fact of our birthday :
All gifts and wishes are given to us
But the efforts were put up by someone else to bring us in this world...!
(Mom) 😍-
वो गुनेहगार अच्छे हैं जो अपना गुनाह क़ुबूल कर लेते हैं, उन लोगों से जो गुनेहगार को जानते हुए भी सामने लाने से डरते हैं।
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चलो कहीं हवा हो जाएं,
बीमार सी इस दुनिया में,
एक दूसरे की दवा हो जाएं।-