Mahino baad ek kushi thi hume bhi ki aaj mulakaat hogi
Ye humara naseeb tha yaa unki tanashai
Ki aaj bhi unhi ki ek kassm ne muje un k pass aane naa dia...

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As they say it's tradition

The faces to whom I belonged a few minutes ago
are smiling with eyes full of tears
I have never seen them so weak all these years
I'm not saying my new home is bad
but there is no one to praise my worst tea
like my Dad
Can't I pause this fate
Just to stay near my Mom a little late
Siblings temper & never ending fight
Still watching movies together whole night
Every minute is giving
the glimpse of nostalgic moment
Do the changes will be perfect

But I have to follow the alternation
As they say it's tradition.

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Remember your mistakes
if you don't want to
repeat them

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Though contented but confined.

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Some people are like winter mornings, you feel vulnerable in the first meeting,just like waking up and going out in the fog.
But eventually you develop an affinity which is eternal...

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I get so many relative thoughts when I'm without my phone, sometimes I think of setting up a cloud storage in my brain.

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the silent chaos inside her
crying madly, as her soul
iz hurt by the expensive expectations.

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Media.
Falsehood spans rapidly.
Truth takes deliberately.
In the terminal time,
Accuracy drops forsaken
Invention get up and go
Cheerfully.

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Just a thought;
The farther you, you forgot me,
The closer I am,
I still remember thee!

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A information that nuisance me the most, the quirk that nags at me each day,
my study desktop capped with stuff - its cluttered surface on display.
Poetry books, card-making drafts, some poem lines on scribbled notes;
variety of pencils, pens, and spaces filled with filing totes.
Perhaps an empty coffee cup and crumbs from lunch or tiny snack.
A cell phone charging, tablet too, and sheets from folders not put back.
Computer, printer, stacks of poems; scattered photos, mail not read.
Some bills to pay, and some to file; this vision messes up my head!
It drives me crazy!
But, I smile and disregard my mind's complaints.
My picture-perfect desktop dream? Perhaps in heaven with the saints! Outside my study, rooms are neat; most things in place and looking fine. But in this wild space, I create!
My freedom to compose, design!

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