I will always wonder
if it was the wind
that made me
fall off of you
or it was you
who threw me off
as the fall started.

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बात कर लिया करो,

मौत का season चल रहा है..

क्या पता , कल को मैं भी ना रहू...

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It's that time of the year
when poets write about lost love
and lingering hopes.
When the mornings get a little colder
and the nights
are filled with rustling secrets.
Let it fall. Let it fall.
For the winter is not far off.

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sheets appear like shrouds,
my eyes like Monsoon clouds,
here on your Autumn bed,
like dead leaves I spread.
my feet touch floor Winter cold,
smiles in Summer sales unsold,
I wish Keats had the time to know,
my Spring was Frost miles ago.

//seasons in me for you

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आई पहली बौछार है इस सावन की
ज़रा सिहरने दो छूअन इन बूँदों की
घूल जाने दो रूह को इन छीटों में
ज़रा मदहोश होने दो इस महक में

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Love is completed by arranged dowry
Duniya kahti h-
do aatmaon ka milan
But Up kahta h-
Chando se batore gaye
rupayo ka sangam.

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In the spring, I've counted
Many autumns.
In the rains, I've dried.
🍂

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सुनो...

फिजाओं को लग गई शायद तेरें आने की खबर ,

इसलिए हमारें शहर में कमाल का मौंसम उतरा हैं 💓

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