आज फिर ख़्वाहिशों की एक फ़ेहरिस्त लिख आया
तू, तेरी दुआ, तेरा नाम लिख आया

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A letter to Moto Bhai...
(Read in Caption)

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Without you your thoughts linger in my veins
I keep craving for your one touch, that sweet pain
--Vasu

The touch of yours that makes me shiver
The smell of us and love that always lingers
--Shabd

She pushed him to the wall, planting a kiss on his lips,
She put her hands in his pants, playing with his shaft.
--Man with the pen

He then grabbed her by shiny butt, went to the bed.
Forced himself on her, providing the pain she craved.

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A mirage
Of my wildest
Fantasy
Was all
I beheld
When
I convinced
Myself
To touch you.
I guess,
That's all
I'll ever get
From
A magnificent
Dream
Like you.

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I requested.
I beseeched.
I cajoled.
I demanded.
Finally, I got weary;
Hence, I stomped
My feet--
Rallied,
Threatened,
Yelled.
I grasped anything,
I could, to stifle
The bleeding;
Still it gushed out,
In agonized
Rivulets, of woe.
My heart
Is stubborn.
It wants you--
Only you.

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साँसों का शोर, आहों की गूंज
इश्क़ का ऐसा तिलिस्म हो जाए
महक उठे जुनून-ए-वस्ल से हम
होंठ मेरे रंगरेज़ बने,
किरमिच तेरा जिस्म हो जाए

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A brother. A best friend.
A confidante. A savior.
One of the kindest souls,
I've been blessed with.
Someone I'll always cherish.
He knows almost all my secrets
And keeps them shrouded
From all else.
I can whine and snivel;
He knows, exactly, what to say
(Most likely, he joins the fray).
A most joyful pray'r for you--
That you be granted
Your most fervent wish,
Today and always.
Stay pure; stay sweet;
And smile, please.

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मेरे कल के लिए अपना आज जलाता है
अपनी ज़रूरतें मार मेरी ख़्वाहिशें सहलाता है

हाँ, वह 'पिता' कहलाता है...

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Like a lighted candle,
Burning for others;
We make it our task,
To shine, effervescently;
In order,
To brighten up the way;
For those, we love--
Setting, ourselves, on fire;
Taking the brunt,
Of the pain--for them;
Damning the consequences.

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I want
to fall in love,
again.
And also,
to be loved,
in return.
I desire
to be part
of someone's
existence;
as I fill up,
his days;
while he
pours forth,
into mine--
to be held;
to be needed;
to be wanted.
I long
to be special,
to someone--
the kind of feeling;
where he and I,
wait for each other;
everyday--
unabashedly
yearning,
to partake
of each other's
realities,
dreams,
illusions,
and ludicrous
utterances.
How I hope,
to be granted,
such
a wildcard pray'r.
Oh, I wish!

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