I wanted to write today.

Not words, but his thoughts clouded my mind.

It's forecasting a down pour and I got no umbrella.

Getting back to writing is tough.
Getting back to love is tougher.
Getting out of this rain is toughest.

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धीमी सी शाम की बत्ती की रोशनी में,
कमरे के एक कोने में मै, एक किताब लिए,
उंगलियों से पलटते पन्नो के बीच, तुम्हे सोचते हुए
कैसी लगती होंगी?

और जब खुले बाल कांधे से बिखर जाए,
मेरी आंखों के काजल की तरह,
धीमी बत्ती में नजर आए वो आंसू
किताब को सीने में लिए, खुद को दिलासा देते हुए
कैसी लगती होंगी?

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In my studio, I am molding February.
To the tunes of a far away hill,
You know the sound that just floats...
Amidst the mist and fresh winter flowers.
Yes, the molding of that kind.
Where hands are laden with clay,
But the white apron is spotless.

With such perfection, only God can create
A month of quiet and cold,
And for distractions' sake,
Tad sprinkle of an unforgettable love
To keep the soul warm.

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His silence was so loud...
I missed the big bang inside me by light years.

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The frame
Growing in a dense forest between the cemetery
To be handpicked frame for another departed soul
Quietly watching people forget the wall between the mundane corridor walks
While holding the unknown human in the centre of its heart
It holds, it stays, like it's very own personal loss

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Woh tera desh piya

Har subah mera ek chaand,
Teri khirki mei band kiya,
Meri raatein bhale andheri,
Jahan dhup...woh tera desh piya.

Salo salo baat puraani,
Din bitae bin saath tera,
Meri hatheli bilkul akeli,
Jahan saath...woh tera desh piya.

Aadhi duniya dur basera,
Na mile woh jo pyar kiya,
Meri chahat puri ibadat,
Par jahan sukoon...woh tera desh piya.

Teri baatein meri kahani,
Do dil kaise jale jiya,
Meri jubani bohut purani,
Jahan yaadein...woh tera desh piya.

Pyar yeh aisa jaane kaisa
Pathar se dil ko rula diya
Teri aankhon mein dhoondhu khudko
Jahan tu...wahi mera desh piya.

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Last night, you were in my monologue,
And it felt as if my body turned to glass,
A see through heart behind this skin,
Printing out our decades old memories.
You are here, but you aren't
I seldomly debate that, but you see,
Sky can only hold so many stars,
And if you should ever feel it's not home anymore,
Please be the shooting star and fall on my yard,
I will catch you, even if it burns my flesh,
Body heals...faster than this heart.

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Water was so unforgiving,
that even love couldn't save the Titanic.
"So rock our paper boats carefully in love."

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Some love are made to hurt, this love - is that kinda love.

Love that knows you by heart, knows you by street and shows up unexpected with ugly flowers you don't need.

Flowers...reminds me of the time when I wanted to catch a train just to leave flowers at your door, 120 kms away.
Stupid!

Heard you moved closer though, hope I don't have to turn around to pretend I didn't see you in a mall.
Much worse, to show you that you have no effect on me and wait, who are you again? How pretentious!

You won't believe, but trust me...there is some truth when I say -
"You have no effect on me, I just love to write midnight poetry."
It's not whole truth but gets me through some days and nights pretending 'hurt' is put behind us, helps...
but it surfaces right back just like a waste plastic bag, rigid to decompose itself.

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Aaj mann hua ke sheesham ki almari se,
Woh resham ki saree nikal lu,
aur itwaar ki dundhali pahadiyion ke dhup se,
isko zara sa taap lu.

Shringar ka wahi riwaz rahe, ki radio mei gaana chale,
Balo me teil aur laal rang ka gulab saje,
Peiro aur hatheli par alta bilkul laal ho,
Thode suljhe, thode uljhe, khule hue se baal ho.
Sanjh ka waqt rahe aur khud se milne ka intezar ho.

Isliye...aana jaroor.

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