Though caught amidst the routing chokes;that sparkling end of thee smile baptized glass, lubricated forging it strong enough to let my mopery in the breezeway which now flows through the breath of my poesy.
When something keeps killing you inside, let it ooze out. Maybe not through the mouth, maybe through words over a paper. As not every time voice can heal, sometimes it’s the assent that someone can hear your silence.
मुझे पता हैं तेरे दिल के कोने कोने में कोई दुःख ही दुःख छोड़ गया है पर तू फ़िक्र ना कर चाहे कितना भी वक्त लगे में एक एक करके हर दुःख को तेरे दिल से निकाल कर खुशियों के लिए जगह बनाऊंगी तेरे हर ज़ख्म को भर के तुझे एक बार फिर प्यार करना सिखाऊंगी.!!
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