जब अँधेरा चूमता है प्रतीक्षा को
तो इस सदी का सर्वश्रेष्ठ सूर्योदय होता है.

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और चुम्बन की बौछारों से
हम रच दें प्रेम कविता.....

( पूरी कविता कैप्शन में.. )

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I saw several galaxies
behind my closed eyelids,
As our lips collided softly,
Brushed swiftly, then loudly.

Ever heard of the Big Bang Theory?!

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"Ever tried?" I asked.
"What?"
"Mmmm... French," I murmured.
"What? I can't hear you," she joked.
"French, idiot. Don't make me shout."
"Mm... No. Never. But I know the process. I am good at theory," she winked at me.
"Amazing. I am good at practicals."

I grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to my body. Looking into her eyes, I leaned in.
"Kiss me," she whispered.
And I did as ordered.

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"Ever been through a storm?" They asked me.

"Yeah, man! I have kissed her."

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यूँ तो पता है तुम्हें मेरी चाहत का
पर इज़हार ए इश्क़ तुझसे रोज़ मैं कर जाऊँ,
कविता कहानियों वाली ही नहीं सिर्फ़
जो है मुझे तुझसे
वो मोहब्बत हर दफ़ा मैं तुझको जता जाऊँ..

कागज़ कोई हो जो तुम्हारी ज़िंदगी का
मैं स्याही बन के इश्क़ का उसपे उतर जाऊँ,
हर पंक्ति सजाऊं अपने नज़्मों से
तुम्हारी दुनिया मैं प्यार की गज़लों से भर जाऊँ..

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Happy kiss day..

तू अल्हड़ जवानी गुलाब की..
मै सुर्ख कांटा शराब का..

तू हर संगमरमर का ख्वाब है..
और मै एक ताज यमुना के पास का..!!

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I woke myself up from a deep sleep after I felt a sweet little kiss on my nose. With my half opened eyes, I saw my wife smiling at me.

“Stop staring at me you creep.” I ran my fingers across her face trying to break the stare.
Kissing my fingers, she said, “You look like a baby while asleep.”

Before I could pull her into a hug, she resumed speaking. “Wait! Wait! It’s Kiss Day today and I have a challenge for both of us. So, the number is 100. Whoever steals 100 kisses wins and…” I landed a light and subtle kiss on her lips. It feels good to kiss her while she is speaking. She definitely didn’t see it coming. It took a few moments for her senses to come back alive.

Again she essayed to speak, “Ya! So, I was saying that,” before she could complete I kissed her again on her lips. A little harder this time. And she lost it again.

“Let me…” I kissed her again. Two quick kisses on her right cheek.
“Four,” I said, and continued kissing.

5 minutes later,

“100,” I shouted with joy.
“Ya. So, whoever steals 100 kisses wins and the loser owes a Pizza treat. Uggh!!!!! I hate you. You always do that to me.” She started smiling, rather embarrassingly, and buried her face in my chest.

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