Dear History

Each passing moment is given a place in your abode, and the related incidents or happenings are preserved in your stocks. Some are always on the top so that they can be found easily. Yes, I know it's according to the respective trending status. 

You are so rich in culture, traditions, personalities, celebrities, events, incidents, and stories. But equally, you have a stockpile of darker sides too, which includes calamities, disasters, epidemics, pandemics, accidents, murders, betrayals.

If only you could dig out the answers to the numerous unsolved mysteries that went down into your stockpile. 

I hope we will all have a cozy place in your abode. No, I am not looking forward to a place in your abode right now!!!

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कभी-कभी
मन करता है
मैं सोचूँ किसी
नास्तिक की तरह!
ज़मीन के
भीतरी परतों से
निकलने वाली
युगों पुरानी
मूर्तशिलाएँ
किस कल्पना-स्रोत
के आधार पर
उकेरी गयीं होंगी।

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Mysteries are magnetic,
Being it a smile, a stare, or a silence.

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Those are the secrets unfold,
mysteries that are too lost to be told..!!

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For i will let my words have a talk about the unveiled mysteries, hidden behind the dark shadows of truth..!!

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there are secrets
held between pages
beyond the margins
and footnotes

stories with
indistinct whispers
held in those forgotten
corner folds

abstruse shapes
of shadows
formed with conviction
of fragile realities ~

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A Writer In Making

The world is full of stories that
compel your pen to finish them.
You always feel that you won't
ever be able complete them,
in the time you spend on earth.
So you sit down to write trying
to open that reservoir within,
that holds the mysteries of
words, you feed it with books,
your own efforts and warmth.
It is a slow, haphazard growth
which challenges your psyche,
where every step is a struggle
between you and your words,
where you keep opening the
doors that stand in your way
till words become your own.

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The world of our dreams is mysterious,
Full of rumors and unnecessary fuss.
Behind these mysteries somewhere lies a home,
Within walls of which love can freely roam.
All rents are paid in due loves,
And cold can be prevented by wearing heart gloves.
Cries can be heard clearly from miles,
That are buried deep under our fake smiles.
Let us dream a world free of hate,
Where no one is carrying regret's weight.

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Wrap yourself in an attire allured of tenacity. Since, life is prone to gift us profound mysteries till eternity..!!

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वो थोड़ी नादान सी है इसलिये बाते थोड़ी देर से समझती है
तभी तो उसकी बेरुखी ने हम दोनों को कितना दूर कर दिया
वो पगली अनजानों की तरह अभी तक कुछ समझ ना पायी
और में सब कुछ समझ कर भी बेबस सा कुछ कर ना पाया

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