...Silence...

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The vanishing lusters,
Of her dismounting hair,
Her agonizing flusters,
At the sight of a stair.
Those wrinkled eyes,
Gleam with a beady dew,
As her memories slice,
Through the days I grew.

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My one line life story:
A deep sea diver, occasionally bubbling out harmonious thoughts, gliding deeper and deeper to attain the treasure of tranquility.

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भृकुटी देखन मैं चली,मन हो जावे उन्मन
खुद को जाने बिना क्या मोल इस जन्म का
मायावी संसार ओर ये विचलित मन
लागत नहीं मन मोरा अब इस जग में
बन जाऊं मैं उस प्रभुप्रीत की जोगन।
बन जाऊं मैं उस प्रभुप्रीत की जोगन।

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I drink juice
for cooling
the overcooled
system of my
brain.
i used to drink
serenity earlier
because i was
living life from
heart at that
time.
Now i am too
gross, i am
only pleased
by outer drinks.

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The night sky longing for a song
with the beautiful melodies of your soul
and the magical lyrics your heart speaks out
like the song of a sparrow in an ocean of Tranquility

I wish to listen to the song and be lost in it
Like the night sky does in a full moon night
with clouds of emotions here and there
and the gentle serenity of the night breeze

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Biologically, men have stable emotions as opposed to the ambivalent feelings churning inside a woman. At a moment, men can only submerge themselves in one of the emotions ranging from anger, elation and sadness. But, when a throbbing newborn baby is handed over to the father for the first time, for a split second, the father is rendered speechless due to the turbulent wave of emotions amassing him, emotions that range from anxiety, fear, sadness, kindness, compassion, love, curiosity, enthusiasm and an eternal euphoria.

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We were adopted to
sense the serene in darkness.
Many people forgot that
while growing.

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A dire fever renders our taste buds futile. We quiver and groan at the convulsions, burying ourselves in layers and layers of chivalrous blankets while swallowing flavorless foods. The sweetest taste of our realm, is explored by us during those vulnerable hours, a taste so nectarous and exquisite, so sensitive and compassionate, a taste called 'kindness' of our parents.

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Kabhi jinke chalne se....ser ke aane Ko aaht Hoti thi.
Aaj Maine unhi ke kadmo Ko thaherte huye dekha hai.

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