धीमें धीमें फिर किसी के लिए बेकरार ना हो जाए
नादां दिल संभलता नहीं देखना कहीं इसे प्यार न हो जाए
रहना ज़रा बच के दिल तुम्हारा फिर आम का आचार न हो जाए

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Maybe we are all
our mom-made pickles:
A bit sweet,
A bit spicy,
Soaking up all the positivity
and blessings,
And just getting better with age!

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dilemma.

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रिश्तों को आम समझकर तकरार का अचार बनाने के लिए ,उन्हें जब मौन की कटार से कई फांकों में काट दिया जाए और उसमें चुगली के मसाले डालकर उसे प्रपंच की धूप में सुखाया जाए
तो वो दूसरों को स्वादिष्ट और हमें खट्टे लगते हैं।

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You know what
when life gives you lemons you can make pickle also, instead of lemonade.

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I promise to preserve you like that pickle mom used to give. I little bit of sweet, a bit of salt.
I shall savour every moment while I'm consuming you. And I will sacrifice everything before sharing you with anyone else.

But you promise me, not to get sour meanwhile.

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February arrived like the sunrays-
falling on the pickle box,
which my grandmother and I was proud to taste.
Green of the mangoes floats on the rich oil layer.
Slowly, tenderly, the sunlight nourished them like my grandma used to do.
And on the end when the hues of red and orange dotted the jar,
I opened my mouth to taste them
but didn't got that familiar hands to feed me.
In solitude, I licked my fingers & remnants of the sourness roamed around my tongue.

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We are pickle jars
spilling out summers
into someone's cold night.

What happens when they
find out we are broken
and that's why we spill?
Maybe they shall grow
their plates wider to have us
in all of them, or
break themselves so we no longer
are afraid of the places we spill in.

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Mosam h aam ka
Kush suhavni si sham ka
Sambaal kr rkhiye yra baato k tero ko
Khi koi zakhmi na ho jaye
Phir koi anzaan na ho jaye....

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Innocence.

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