लहरों को बाहों में समेटे हुए
कुछ तूफानों को थाम कर
उन बेचैनियों को ले कर चलता हूँ मै
शामें गुज़री जहाँ हाथ तेरा थाम कर
अकेले उन रास्तों पर यादों को ले कर चलता हूँ मै

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Love is more talked, but less travelled.

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Some journeys resemble
Those paths in our mind
That we haven't Treaded
Or not even yet discovered.

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Finding a job, away from kinsfolk
And familiar friends--
I trundle on, persistently.
Imbibing a new way of life;
Building rapport, with foreign employers.
Surviving, despite the novel environment.
Learning effective customs,
To maintain an arduous life--
Humbly, yet confidently;
Wisdom, being an essential quality.
Exerting effort, not only for myself;
But, for the continued financial stability,
Of the whole family--
Geared towards achievement;
Focused on those, I love.

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The Luna at the end of the road
Bewitched me to go furthur
Loosening my grip over
The unknown worries.

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Do you ever feel stuck?
As if you are on a road
Knowing all the exits
But unable to turn

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The Lonely Road awaited
A mortal touch, waiting for long
To have been drenched in sweat
If not of the lifeless wheel of
Man's intelligence..
The barren road is left without
Any tiny Life forms otherwise growing
In those tiny spaces of Earth hidden
In the Black tarred surface..
It lingers long,to a great infinity it seems
But it's up to your Eyes to decide its
Lengthy tail..
It says, it's halfway tarred and the other
Half leading to the abandoned desert
Is covered by sand dunes..
It's like the desert engulfed the
Tiny space Awaiting the human race..
If there would have been any
Life form , the mortals surely
Emcroached the Path..
But the vast infinity of desert
Wanted no men to begin
The process of their exploitation,
Sighed the Road...!!

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Manzil hi safar ho toh kya kehna
Zehar se hi asar ho toh kya kehna
Aakhri khwahish meri tum ho
Tum hi humsafar ho toh kya kehna

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I would love to travel along the road less travelled if u wish to stand by me.

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My most fantastic glimpse,
My sweet lady of the road less travelled,

Whichever direction you take, wherever you go
Wherever you stop and say, here I stay,
I am ready to say, hello

I will follow, I will be there

Tell me which one is your window shield,
which one is your compartment,
which one is your balcony, which one is your door

Or should I stay, waiting on empty streets, empty lanes,
on empty sidewalks, for you to return
for you to be the glimpse, once more

I am suddenly the most poor

My eyes have just lost their home.

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