I was telling her about how magical you were with your beady brown eyes. You'd said you'd know I'd written about you if I mention the beady brown eyes part. We sang Rabbi Shergil's Tere Bin by the Juhu beach. When that part about 'Kise hor, naiyo chomna' (There's no one else I shall kiss) came on, I looked away from you, and you didn't. It was excruciatingly beautiful. See now, how could we have a bond when there were no strings attached? How could the sea be, and it's waves not break at the shore? How could I not love? You'd made it clear that you're an extremely busy man. A traveler and not only of places. I'd ask you casually 'What's up?' you'd then ask me out for a movie, or a trip someplace, like nothing happened. We'd text about Harry Potter and my heart would wince like you'd said a Crucio when we'd kissed . I lost the will to have Sulaimani at Prithvi. We hugged each other, but only I held you. I realize I haven't looked up since I began talking about you. She says, this man, whoever he is, has left you with so much disquiet inside, that your lips are silent and your heart is raging. I agree. I shall remember to forget you and hopefully forget to remember you.
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छाया / chhaya:
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Sajiv sa nirjiv tu, mujhse hi tera wajud hai...
Waqt-bewaqt si fitrat liye, har pal tu maujud hai...
Dilfenk-Farebi, har roshni pr hota fidaa tu...
Andheron mein gum hone waley,
Syaah toh tu khud hai...!
सजीव सा निर्जीव तू, मुझसे ही तेरा वजूद है...
वक़्त-बेवक़्त सी फ़ितरत लिए, हर पल तू मौजूद है...
दिलफेंक-फ़रेबी, हर रौशनी पर होता फ़िदा....
अँधेरों में गुम होने वाले, स्याह तो तू खुद है..!
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Oxymoron personality is what I hold within,
Emotion,sensation,instinct goes with reason.
Amicable,with principles,lies a heart therein,
Nothing but that pumps blood in all season.
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°• UGLILY BEAUTIFUL LOVE •°
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Oh! What an awful love,
It's a deeply shallow affection,
An orderly chaotic emotional gush,
Transforming you a sanely insane.
Oh! What a hateful love,
Its absence is always present,
Fully in an empty mind,
Burning like flames of cold fire.
Oh! What an indifferent love,
Comes to you when unexpected,
Leaves you when it's actually wanted,
Making you a victim of normal abnormality.
In love, it feels as bright blind heaven.
Out of love, it's always dark visible hell.-
Ready for an explosive catastrophe
I equiped my socket lips
with the finest of Insulators,
only to kiss a dead circuit.
Oh love!
you have made me a clever fool.-
I love writing but a little hesitant to reveal
Walk in the shadow of metaphors, try to conceal.
Pour the heart out but in the cloak of allusion.
and the elusive style adds to the readers' confusion.
Sometimes I sit in my melancholic Jeep and set out
through the boulevards of imageries on a journey
when suddenly the passive road encounters an
oxymoron and the path becomes a little jerky.
In mirth, my heart showers rhythms in consonance
and then my merriment and alliteration is in resonance.
The showers of gaiety splash, onomatopoeia tells the sound.
Irony walks along with me, satire is always around.
The pen becomes lively and in it the ink personifies
Allegories are humane, whenever they come, they humanize.
Synesthesia puts all the barriers between senses to an end
Sarcasms are little close but everyone is a good friend.-
you know how
to hide
poison
in the air
you breathe,
that even
your whispers
can deliver
painless death
to my sanity.-