वो दरारों के बीच जमा हुआ सारा दर्द,
वो खिड़की-दरवाज़ों से आती हवाएँ सर्द.

वो टिन की चादर से बनी छत से गिरता पानी,
वो लकड़ी के गलियारे में सुनायी गयी कहानी.

वो मौसम से लड़ती झगड़ती पुरानी सी कुछ ईटें,
वो दीवारों पे लगे अलग-अलग जज़्बातों के छींटे.

वो आँखो से झांकता हुआ एक लम्बा सा इंतज़ार,
जो सड़कों को ही आँगन समझ के लिया था गुज़ार.

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Is the time when thoughts
Clicks, words tend to flow.
Creativity comes to its peak.
Your Imagination flies high
In search of something that
Makes you subtle about you.

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Thought by thought, Word
by word, I'm growing like a
Rock, from a sand cluster to
a big Mountain. Waving through
heights and touching sky which
is not my limit. My roots are
my home and maybe home
for others. You can climb me,
I'll help you but don't break me.
When you reach my peak Scream
out loud with joy and tell the
world you did it. I'm high, enough
to see inside people, their filthy
brains, thinking all besides love.
I don't move anywhere, I don't talk,
but I can feel, I can feel your
emotions, which the less you have
within yourselves. I live old, young
is a myth. I can't fly but I can touch
you, not a touch to your mortal body
with no scars of regret, but on your
untouched soul. Yes I'm where
you can't think, with the flames
Inside me wanting to erupt as Volcanoes
of Wisdom which I sparked on my own.

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I see us from here,
trying to look for a home,
lost in alphabets of a very beautiful poem,
trying to find ourselves a thousand
miles away just to wake up with the moon
and stars hanging on our rooftops.

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//What exactly is love?//

Poem in Caption!

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Jo mila tha kabhi,
use mile ek zamaana hua tha,
Ishq to wahi tha,
bas ishq karne wala ab purana hua tha.

Jaha kabhi khidkiyon se
koi apna dikhayi deta tha,
waha dekhna bhi ab to
gawaara nahi hua tha.

Ye chaand ki harkate pehle
behisaab raas aati thi,
ab to raat ka aana bhi
gawaara nahi hua tha.

Marhoom se khaab aksar pehle
aankh micholi khela karte the,
ab to khair pal do pal ka guzara bhi
gawaara nahi hua tha.

Kuch sirhane rakhe
hue lamhe the tere,
un lamho ka waqt bhi
bada sufiyana hua tha,
Kuch izhaar hotho par bhi the,
Par izhaar karna bhi ab
to gawaara nahi hua tha.

Bas ab shayad hi ishq
hoga mujhe kabhi,
jo tujhse hua tha wo
bebaak sa diwaana sa hua tha.
Aur koi shikayat
nahi hai filhaal to,
Par umeedo ka bhi
nazre churana ab to
gawaara nahi hua tha.

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"I remember you"
my heart whispered,
instantly when your reflection made
an image on my soul.
You were like poems written all over the rainbow, you were like the rhythm of raindrops, pouring on me, announcing our love to the world.
You were like ancient art,
preserved by its own artist.
Your presence was
like an old song, an old melody that has
came into existence all over again,
Like a hundred-year-old
whiskey touching my lips, drenching
my body in your intoxication,
Like a part of my soul, reborn to complete me.
Seeing you, it felt
like an eternal old saga is repeating
itself, like a sequel of our story, is being crafted on.

It felt nostalgic, gazing at you.
Your eyes gave hints about us,
that we were together before,
that we were like the famous lovers,
we were the impeccable bond.
We made the earth smile.
we stuck handwritten notes all over the galaxy, just as a reminder of our love for eternity.
Showering hope from heaven on me,
you seemed like a mirage, very deep but unreal. you were so divine that
I questioned my reality, again, and again,
you were like an undiscovered treasure waiting for someone to discover.
And I knew I had to be the one to discover it.

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These empty hands carry
weight, the weight of solitude,
which seeps into my body
through the veins, puncture
the lungs and make me anxious,
I yearn for air, but all I could
inspire is trauma, and when
there is no air remaining adhered to my blood,
my mind goes numb, the brain curves
gets filled with melancholy, and my
depressed soul weeps at the pages in my notebook,
scratches them with anxiety,
while I try to make my pain escape
through the ink.

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After all these years,
I still can't understand.
Do people really care for
genuine love, or the fake
ones always get all the
love in the World.

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Cold night, blurry sky, I'm running
inside my own thoughts
and just on the verge
of sleeping,
I suddenly gazed at you, in my dreams,
and admired you,
like an old habit of having you
by my side and complimenting
your charm for the millionth time,
the night was not like how
we used to spend winter nights,
but my heart
seeks a way to get composure
and my mind
pulls me off from the sleep, looking
for you.

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