Your praises
are hidden verses
of my poetry.

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लाजवाब है कलम का जादू
खूबसूरती से बेबाक़ बातें
लिख ही देती है

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Shuruat usne ki thi, khatam hamne
kiya. Usko shirf ek bahane ki talash
thi mujhse baatein na karne ki aur
aj hamne uski bahane ko hamesha
k liye khatam kar diya. Aj woh ajad
parinda hain kyun ki usko har waqt
bahane ki jarurat nhi hogi. Aj woh
dosti ki baatein karte hain aur ham
dosti khatam karne ki baatein krte
hain. Jahan dosti m dosti na ho kar
shirf bahane ki jarurat hoti hain, to
aise befajul riste ka ab kya matlab.

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I was a crazy chaotic
Drop of water,
Wandering under those
Darker clouds of life,
Until those ineffable words
Crimped me and landed me
In the barren of poetry,
Poetry, whose verses etched my mind
With thoughts!!
It was the imperfectly perfect place
With a mate,
Who Blinded my eyes
To see its face,
But enlightened my soul
To feel its shadow!!
He was the Knight
Of Words,
With pen as its sword,
Who with every poetic touch,
Made its ink flow
Into my body like-
Gushs of blood
Deciphering words like fire,
Making its own way
Palpitating my heart
Stuffing my voids
Drawing me wings
Sparkling my silhouette
To shimmer with the stars
On the open sky!!

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Your ink stained my
soul to return to
the age of innocence
as we descend into loneliness,
I will write a right, to
be 'the' obscure obedient
love child
of your poems.

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तुम्हारे शेर
ज़िंदा मुझमें
मेरी ग़ज़ल
जीती तुममें

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There is a trap
I've laid
Between my verses
Covered with some fake smiles
And some aromatic positivity
Reeking,
All along the surface
Like an old women's thought
In abundance, Brimming;

The trap holds intent
Of catching its beloved
With grace and love
But somehow more often than not
I see myself fluttering my wings
In the same trap I made for You!

And now
I am no more
Than a hopeless poet
Trapping myself in me
And writing you
Everywhere else! ~Rhymester

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याद आती है मेरी, उसे जरूरत पड़ने पर
जैसे याद आता है, बारिश में RainQuote.

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लेखकों का हृदय अत्यंत कोमल होता है,
उन्हें छोटे से शब्द से भी ठेस पहुँच सकती है।

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Orion //~

Your ink gave that unknown stranger, perfect immortality
Yet you sing the lullaby of sacred solitude
Hanging on the cliff of desires
You know the Strings of violin
Oscillating as needles of the
vintage clock, I wait for the sailor to let the
Orion guide the galaxy intervened with your destiny.
Now, betwixt duality of the opposing forces you feel my breath on the gaps of your poems. My appeal to my
ink would be to love Art for believing in those moments.
I saw art in your art.
I am your moonlight art.

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