चलो बुलावा आया है आज
फिर एक महफ़िल सजाने को,
हम भी तो कम नहीं है,
चल पड़े अपना दर्द सुनाने को।।

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I looked for the distance
left between us
when I will be almost near you.
As I said,
It is near.
Question is,
Will you be able to cross
the distance across our hearts?

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She had silenced a question on her lips for years. A question, which she knew if replied, might take her to a trembling track.
But she couldn't resist pulling the loose thread on her favourite cardigan;
Despite knowing the fact that it would all disentangle around her.

"Do you love me? " She asks.

His hesitation answered it all.

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I think of you...
With an eagerness I step up,
to approach the ailing sky
to know who is it now...

For a moment I am relieved
with the drops are not yours,
they don't taste like you...

and then knowing it's a pain
of someone and it's not joy
piss me off...

When it rains at night
I come to check by who is it now,
and ponder even if I get to know
who is it? Can I be of any use...

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THE MERCHANT OF PROMISES

(Full poem in caption)

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I'll be going, love
You know I'm stronger
Stronger than the fear that used to imprison
The strongest of the man
In the dungeons of his own mind.

You know,
I harbour a mind;
A vast one;
Vast than the vast wasteland.

You know I possess a spirit,
Wondering on the streets
Wandering far far away
On a journey
Through a tunnel
Without light,
At it's exit.

You used to know
I'm a bird ;
That does fly
Back and forth
Within a cloud,
A dark cloud
Without a silver lining.

I'm going to the end,
The end of the beginning
Scare not
Because, part of the journey is the end.

© Doc's pen 2020

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