One day, the wind came to visit me.
Breaking the glass of the window,
leaving dust on the windowsill,
It came to me and began hitting
the pages of the book I was reading.
The pages shouted, the words screamed.
I couldn't do anything,
I wasn't greater than the wind.
The next moment was pure silence,
nothing moved from its place
except the ink on the pages.
The words fused together
forming a black sea.
And suddenly, it rose high,
moving gracefully like a dancer.
Everything was suddenly black,
as it dived into my eyes.
I was unconscious for a while.
Nothing could touch me.
Nothing could I feel.
And then, something happened.
I opened my closed eyes
and saw something changed.
I was the same
but everything was a poetry now.

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She wasn't fond of lights until his shadow casted on her soul.

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Love gestures can never be dirty. He showed her different phases of dirtiness under the moonlight, when cool breeze calmed their arduous acts.

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Don't think
Just plash your ink

Breath life into your fantasies
Let your words be mighty as the seven seas

Your sweet quill
Is nothing but a miracle

So let's insp..no... let's inkspire the world
Where words gets hurled
Through the souls galaxy
Like some glittering confetti

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Life is unpredictable
So be prepared for good as well as worst phase both
Because what will come to you next is unknown

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Some inks can heal the world.
Some inks can change the future.
Some inks can reveal the mistery.
Some inks can create the history.
Some inks can make millions smile.
Some inks let trillions inspire.
Be the some who can make your inks worthy...!

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Let your ink spill your mind !

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ख़ुशी, ग़म, इश्क़, नफ़रत, रंज, तंज़, गुनाह, सवाब, ओढ़ लेते हैं...
मेरे लफ़्ज़, काग़ज़ तक आते आते, कितने नक़ाब ओढ़ लेते हैं...!!

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ये देश है मेरा
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ये गलियां है मेरे अपने
इसमे ही देखे है मेने हजार सपने
ये हवा भी जैसे जानती हो मुझे
क्यूंकि बात करके सुकून मिलता है इस हवा से मुझे
ये मिट्टी से है मेरा एक करीबी रिश्ता
क्यूंकि इस मिट्टी में ही होता है मेरी ज़िंदगी हस्ता खेलता
हर जीव जैसे अपने है यहा
नही होगा कोई जैसा है अपना जहा
इस परिवेश में ही रहना चाहता हू
इस हवा में ही सास लेना चाहता हू
इस मिट्टी मे ही जन्म लिया है देह भी यहा ही चोरना चाहता हु
इसी गलियों में ही चलते रहना चाहता हु
ये ही जज्बात है मेरा
ये ही प्रेम है मेरा
ये ही ज़िंदगी का एक अंश है मेरा
ये मातृभूमि है मेरा
ये देश है मेरा
🖋️ Rk
Real name-Anabil kaushik

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क्या हैं फुर्सत एक मजलिस की जमाने को ?
कि कुछ किस्से हैं हमारे पास सुनाने को..।।

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