उंगलियों को सर के पीछे रख
बालों को अपने गोल घूमाती हूँ
मेरे माथे की भी शिकन दिखे
ये सोच कर बालों को तान देती हूँ
और भौहें उठाती हूँ
ख्वाहिशों का भार इन्हीं जड़ों में रख
सर को पीछे झुका आपनी ठुड्डी उठाती हूँ
जूड़े में मैं अपने
अपनी आज़ादी सजाती हूँ।
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Heart breaks are like springs,
slow like leaves falling.
The dry leaves
on the ground are beautiful,
just like poetries,
but the naked tree
looks for nothing but
water, cover and sky.
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•Faces•
And you know what, they look at you with their screaming eyes, making you listen to every decibel they never uttered.
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I try to find love in your hate
and hate in my love..
..the circle continues
and leads me to my hurt.
//Omen-
सुना है आज तुम्हारे शहर में
बड़ी बारिश हुई
लगता है मेरे मन पर छाए काले बादल जो छ्टे हैं
अपने होने की वजह ढूंढते ढूंढते
तुम तक पहुँच ही गये
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I am forgetful.
In attempts to keep
my dearest things safe,
I hide them
very carefully
and forget.
Keys, dry flowers,
letters, earrings,
tickets I've travelled on,
love.
Often I find them
lying around
in folds of sweaters,
under pillows, in food cans,
in old books,
in hearts.
Often I find them
when they are
not needed anymore.-
everyday I go to sleep
flowers grow on me
like they grow on graves,
sensing death bit by bit
midway in my dreams
I wake up to pull them away
maybe I still see life in everyday
I'm too fertile,
like the cracked open soil
eaten by worms
qualified to become a good flowerbed
with tinge of salt and warmth
what when one of these days
I sleep with no feeling of grief
and lie down welcoming
the smell of poppies and lillies?
everyday I go to sleep
flowers grow on me
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you are insane
i promise myself to you
please tell me you won't change
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there is always
something wrong
about special moments
they bring regrets
if they last
even a second
more than destined-