MY ROOM
(Please read in caption)

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The story of my Room,
Messy window curtains,
And misplace all things,
Losing myself in all bits,
finding You in everything!!

Opened my eyes.. gloom,
searching for a new skin,
Corners of those old walls,
See my withered hands and think,
Ready for new bruise my love;
Or you still caged Bird wishes to sing??

I know you have lost soul in the room,
Stop getting drown there and sink,
Open those broken walls of the heart,
Color Pages of your sky with poetry ink!!!

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I have many rooms. Every room has many stories. Every story has many rooms. Your heart is also one of my rooms. Many stories are locked there too. Neither we shared the rooms, nor any stories. Though some stories shared us and some parted us. Rooms are locked. Keys are lost. Stories are silent.

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is incomplete,
because without her I'm
not complete.

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मेरे कमरे की कहानी,उस आशिक की तरह है जो एक निश्चित गंतव्य पर अपने दिलवर का अंतहीन इंतजार करता रहता है।
और निशब्द एवं स्थिर रहकर सब सहता है।

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The creator of the jokes, they
do not even think that they
are the first preference to make
their identical transformation
well within it will fit.

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This room is my thoughts
And I don't want any window
To be opened out.
It should be opened inwards,
My dear...

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An abode having dull walls,
holding sticky notes, world map,

A place where laptop, & lots of books
reside, containing ample knowledge

A dwelling where my soul freely
abides with my imaginary world..

My room is a CASTLE to me

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Reminds me of those golden days
lOng silly cHats...
never ending video cAlls...
everlasting smile ...
never eNding love....



#nostalgia

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I do have a numinous
Respect for my room
To those things lifeless
To bear with me all day.
And that too a life being
Sitting and staring at all of them
Trying to ooze out
Life for my words then and now
Trying to connect them all
And then jotting it down,
They could only remain solid
I think they fear my
Cold bloodedness..
I do hear their whispers,
Who knows when all of them
Are drenched dry once by me
I might lit them up
To manure my words from those Ashes....

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