If I invite you
for a stroll through my garden
doesn’t mean I’m giving you permission
to pluck my flowers.
for keepsakes.

My life’s a garden too
and I’m tired of travelers
posing for selfies
and leaving behind trash.

My flowers
bloom for me
and my sky
knows no boundaries.

So the next time,
you approach my gates
read the warning sign that says,

“Trespassers are welcome
only as long as they remember
to handle the flowers
with love and care”

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In the gap between
my bed and the wall,
your name slipped down
from my hand one night.

Difficult to be pulled up,
it crept deep in the gap
hiding from
my regular dusting,
my irregular shower
of cute nick names,
flying away by the gushes of air.

The day I leave this home,
I might hold a flower in that same hand
filling the void that your name gave.
I might not be looking for you anymore,
I'll be only smelling a flower,
whose memory will easily fade away.

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unhen dekh kar aaj phir dil joro se dhadaka ...
samajh hee na paaya role le ya baat kar le...
ichchha to bahut tee kee ek baar phir mulaakaat kar le...

par vo din yaad aae , jis tarah se in phoolon kee khushaboo ko liya tha une, or sookhane par inako phek diya tha une...

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everyday I go to sleep
flowers grow on me
like they grow on graves,
sensing death bit by bit

midway in my dreams
I wake up to pull them away
maybe I still see life in everyday
I'm too fertile,
like the cracked open soil
eaten by worms
qualified to become a good flowerbed
with tinge of salt and warmth

what when one of these days
I sleep with no feeling of grief
and lie down welcoming
the smell of poppies and lillies?

everyday I go to sleep
flowers grow on me

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वो फूल नहीं...
🌸फूलों की टोकरी थी...
वो सचमुच...👌😘
कमाल की छोकरी थी...

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Some flowers bloom only in winter..
(In caption)

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