Sighing at the bulging belly, she mourned at her unusable wardrobe, the gowns were crammy, the frocks didn't match and she sulked at her dismal state as she swivelled and turned to browse through the saggy chunks disrupting her appearance. He stared at her hustle from the doorway and said, "You bled and bled throughout your puberty and adolescence. You shred and screamed, you almost died and survived. You steamed through relentless agony so that I could continue my heirloom. I have only been a spectator throughout our baby's birth and if you ask me now about your body, all I can say is that I won't let a small chunk of fat change my mind about someone so beautiful." Their baby girl grasped invisible molecules from the air and rattled the cradle.
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What is poetry,
if not
my yearnings for you?
Hoping to find peace
by losing myself
in the depths of you...-
हवाऐं
चुपचाप सी कितनीं बातें कह जातीं हैं,
यें हवाऐं भी क्या कमाल कर जातीं हैं।
शरारत भरीं नजरों सें अचानक छू कर जातीं हैं,
बिन ओंठों कें बहुत कुछ कह जातीं हैं।
प्यार का एहसास जागा कर अचानक कहीं खों जातीं हैं,
कभीं अपनी ही धुन में मस्त, तो कभीं बेखौफ सी नजर आती हैं।
यें हवाऐं भी क्या कमाल कर जातीं हैं।।
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So long a time,
Without noticing,
In each and every lover,
I was longing for your face,
Without finding,
Turning each heart over,
I was following your trace.
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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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When I feel your fingers touching me even when am not with you,
When I stand alone to watch the sky and the sunsets,
wind blows my hair and your memories overwhelm me,
that feeling,
that yearning,
heart breaking.
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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.-
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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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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