Abandoned I was
In this world full of agony
Met strangers in the way
Walked together the path
Smiled together and those laughs
But we were wanderer, you know
We needed to change our course
Stranded alone, I was
With no hope.
I think life is an endless tunnel
~//Cause I see no light at the end of the road.///

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पनाह कैसे मिलती साहब,,,,
नसीब में तो भटकना ही लिखा था....!!!!!!!!

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There are some holes
in my pockets
how can I store
something for you ,
I'm begging
from door to door
how can I
shut a door for you.

My some dreams are alive
you can see them
in my naked eyes
from time to time ,
I'm the wanderer
of this mysterious life
how can I leave you
when you are
fighting the battle
in the silence like mine.

-Sahani Baleshwar

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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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मैं बुद्धि हीनता के सफर पे हूं साहब,,,,
चालाकियां मुझे रास नहीं आतीं....!!!!!!!

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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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A moment
were we stand still
and lips shivering to
utter a word but the
blank thoughts hinder
our way.
A moment when
we think of something
too deep but come out
of nothing.
A moment when
joy and sorrow meet
and still we breathe.

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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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हकीगत से क्यूं ना वाकिब होना चाहता हूं मैं
क्यूं अपने आप को झुटे सपने दिखाता हूं मैं
कुछ ना हासिल होगा ऐ भी जानता हूं मैं,
फिर भी तुमसे उम्मीद क्यूं रखता हूं मैं

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A novelist suffering from the harrowing inertness of writer's block doesn't have to go far away to crack back the creative juices. A proximate railway station or an airport would suffice by dousing him with the raw emotions displayed by the vulnerable humans indulged in sobbing departures or blazing arrivals.

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