പുലരുവോളം നീളുന്ന
ഫാന്റസി ത്രില്ലറിന്റെ
ക്ലൈമാക്സ് വെള്ളമൊഴിച്ചു
കെടുത്താറുണ്ട് അമ്മ.

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❤️
No i don't!!
but if picture of her then
may be i can.

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हर शाम बिखेरते हैं हम खुद को तेरी तस्वीर के पास,

सारी ग़ज़लें भी कहीं मचलती होंगी अपने मीर के पास...

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यु बेहकाव न! अपने आघोष में
जो बेहेक गए
उलझन-ए-पहलु बेबस नजर आएंगे

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Woh Raat aayegi jab hamare irade
Benakaab honge....
Tumse nazre milegi...
Beparda saare khwaab honge

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I closed my eyes after turning the last page of my diary.My mind raced through a wormhole for a second,until it left me infront of a door to another milky-way.With shivering hands,I opened the door.There you were, walking down the isle swiftly like an angel, holding a boquette in one hand.A star as bright as the pole star was holding your other hand.I walked past the door to hold you in my arms and kiss your forehead.You lifted your chin and beamed me a look.I got thrown back into the wormhole all the way back when I opened my eyes.I was just sitting on my chair, watching the table lamp showering its light over the diary.May be in another galaxy,my pages starts and ends with you.May be.

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आंखें झुकाकर जिस हंया से वार की दिल पर
मरहम मोहब्ब़त-ए-जख़्म, इक रुहानी शाम थी

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Date💖

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Winter becomes intimate,
with their cheerful
freezing moments,
everywhere love falls like
smooth, soft snowflakes.

(Rest in the caption)
©Dharitri Panigrahi

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The Sound Of Writing
Is Come From
Writers Fantasies..!!

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