|people

who lost pages
tore up diaries
burnt drafts
loved and lost
hoping to get a ‘shelf’
or a little faith

got an ‘acceptance’


Chandni |

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मौत के दिन,
ये क्या इत्तेफाक हो रहा है।
ये गांव और शहर,
क्यों वीरान लग रहा है?
......
अंधेरा दिल में था,
तो ये शहर क्यों?
'अंधकार में जल रहा है।'
मैं तो तिनका था न,
जो आज मिट रहा है।
फ़िर पर्वतों का ये अहंकार,
क्यों मर रहा है?
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हां! मैं वापस नहीं आहुुंगा,
पर पर्वतों को अहंकार आ जाएगा।
पर जल के रोशन करूंगा,
जिन चेहरों को,
उनमें भी तो स्वाभिमान आ जाएगा।

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Come to me
in the night so cold.
Challenge destiny,
and become bold.
You Know It belongs to you,
this heart of gold.
Don't wait for the right moment,
my days are continuing to grow old.
Just leave everything
and come to me
in the nights so cold.

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The Mysterious Enigma
In The Universe
Which Challenges Human Kind!
None Can Predict What Will Be
The Next Twist!!

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I've been told so often
that my destiny is written
on my forehead.

So I work harder,
that the sweat on my forehead
shall someday wash away
that which is written,
and make way for that
which I could write.

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The situation is bad for everyone who fights against these situations and moves forward, he definitely finds his destination.

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She couldn't read.
I had dyslexia.
Destinies met.

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there is always
something wrong
about special moments

they bring regrets
if they last
even a second
more than destined

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What is meant to be yours,
It will always find a way to reach you.

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