The abandoned emotions,
The monotony tinged with frustrations...
From moments to memories,
From promises to eloquences,
She had long embraced the fate-
The curse of pessimism with spell of hatred.
She was the pool of scattered thoughts
She was the rhythm of eternal dark minds
Music was her guide to a new dimension
To be the verse of thy poetry, not a poet;
To remain engrossed with numbers, she played with,
Still searching finiteness in the cosmic world of uncertainties...

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As my mind and soul are in thirst for words
And the only way to quench their thirst is pouring out thoughts as rain drops

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मैं कहानियों में इतनी व्यस्त हूँ
की मैं कविता को समय ही नहीं दे पा रही।
कहानियाँ तो बड़े और महान लोगों की होती हैं
मैं तो छोटी सी मासूम सी दिल छुने वाली
कविता हूँ। पता नहीं मैं खुद को क्यों भूल जाती हूँ कुछ महान क़िरदारों को लिखते लिखते😊😊

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