उम्मीद का दिया कब तक जला कर रक्खूँ,
हवा तेज हो चली है, तेल ख़त्म हो गया है।

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Today,
you message
that my room feels light
now that there isn't
any furniture left
blocking space,
eating light,
breathing air
meant for humans
and exhaling stale soggy air,
like a rickety air-conditioner.
It
is
me
that
you're
talking about, right?

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I look for you
in secret places.
In bag pouches,
in empty pockets.
In folder named you in the C drive,
in the cake boxes discarded after eating,
in the WhatsApp group that you have left,
in the shadows of the lamp you bought for me.

I look for you
knowing
that looking for
is the best consolation
when you can’t look at.

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दीया!
वही जिससे ये 'हवा' बेवज़ह उलझती रहती हैं।
बिलकुल तुम्हारी तरह!

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She was her lamp...
Her single light of hope.....
But some savaged souls snatched
her little Mary..... When
Injustice burned the innocent soul...
In search of justice lost motherhood hunted those pitiless wolves....
Burning the last wolf...
She
Hummed
.
.
.
"Mary Had a Little Lamp"

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Often, I run my vocabulary
into gardens crushing the roses and
hitting the lamp post.
I am a bad driver to my mouth.

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कोई जलाता ही नही;
चिराग सलिके से जालीम,
सभी को शिकायते बस;
हवाओं से क्यूँ हैं....!

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A ray of positive hope
is enough to ignite a
negative mind!!!!

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Though it's dark outside,
the lamp is still burning inside me.

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That dusky lamp lightens
me more than the bright LED!

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