मैं पर्दे का वो सिरा जो
हर पल धूप खाता है
तू डोलती हुई हवा सा
आता है सहलाता है

लाख मरतबे चाहा कि
गोशों में तुझे भर लूँ
लेकिन क्यों आग़ोश मेरा
शीशे से जा टकराता है

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(3) those curtain...uff ...always...flow.. through wind nd waves my sleighs towards my face,. sometimes i chide...oh wind why u do this ..,. And sometimes it gives a positive feeling for making me special so i said oh! dear curtains...,why u being ..so naughty, .. and ask from heavenly parts that why you all love me so much ,. is i m special or something happened with me which is beyond my thought, is it so...??,. and then again...the cold thunder wave is blown..nd everything stops nd suddenly rain falls!!

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#napowrimo
Prompt Day 04

Write a poem that begins with the words - "The curtains close."

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soft morning breeze gently caresses her skin
warm arms slide around squeezing and pulling her close
bright sun rays filtering through the translucent curtains
Ah! the perfect Sunday wake up

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Parde gir gaye hai saare
takliife.n poshiida ab nahi

Hamaarii saarii khushiyaa.n
thori bhi kushaada ab nahi

Dil-afsurda ke raaz bhi ab
sar-e-aam nilaam ho gaye

Le rahe hai saansen lekin
jeene ka iraada ab nahi

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"Loved and Lost"

(Poetry in the caption)

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One twitch of hand,
One toothless smile,
And you open the
Curtains to my heart,
Forever.

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The curtains are
thin, though.
But my superstitions
are thicker.


//caption//

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Darling,

Will you play the role
of my lover
before the curtains fall?

Again, until next time.

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The curtains close,
and I am left helpless.

(continue in caption)

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