I fell in love.
We made love.
He left
I am bearing our child now;
My diary is the womb
And my poems, the child.

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These lines
of verse,
nude & lewd,
shamelessly showcasing
my unrhyming life,
who owns them?
are they mine,
just like this relentless pain?
or do you claim rights?
manufactured as they were
by your venting me out.

Maybe this poem
is just a love child
of our unfulfilled union.

Illegitimate , did you say?
I won't comment on that.

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Each and every flaws
Of yours
I replaced with beauty
Of mine
That's the cost you
Pay
And the reason to
Stay

My choice to love
endlessly
And faith to bear
calmly
Had it this way
Or another
That's when I realised
I wasn't ready
But yet prepared

To be a mother
A single one
To my child
It wasn't a choice
But love
endless one.

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The Love Child
(Story in Caption)

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// The affair //

Don't tempt me with a little happiness, you.
Those sparks undermine the
Grim shadows of my melancholy,
A melancholy, that is forever mine.
No, don't make me neglect
My love child.

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There is nothing so beautiful in this world,
The more beautiful the babies are...

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हमारे इस प्यार का निशानी को मैं क्या नाम दूं;
मां अभी तक पुकारी नहीं हैं, उसे कैसे अपने आपसे अलग कर दूं।
तेरे लिए बस यह जिस्म का खेल था यह मैं कैसे समझूं,
समझ भी लूं लेकिन कैसे रोकू आंखों से बहने वाले आंसू।
मेरे लिए ना सही अपने प्यार के निशानी के लिए तो एक बार लौट आजा तू,
गलत करार करदे सबको जो सोचते है, यह है बस जिस्म का भू।
अगर प्यार किया है तो आकर अपना ले हमें तू,
दुनिया इसको नाजायज कहे इससे पहले ही इसको अपने कोख में दफना दूं।

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Children have their own destiny
As they are through you,
And not, belong to you,
To fulfill our destiny.

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बच्चे जैसा कोई नहीं है मासूम,
इनके साथ रहकर हो जाते है,
अलग सी दुनिया में हम गुम।
प्यारी सी ये मुस्कान,
है इनकी सच्चाई की पहचान।

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"IT"

In the garbage can, the last breath, that IT had worn-on,
The various names, unwanted IT got Itself to adorn,
Yet another orphan, in this world, was now born,

Oh !! The love IT's creators shared, under the moon,
Alas !! It all ended, not well, but really too soon,









Destiny reaped the joyous fruit, which had a full bloom,
The fruit of adultery, now IT had to bear the gloom,
Oops !! Poor child left us all, to think & to see the rheum.

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