Your gaze spills a hush of light,
even the dark forgets it was ever night.

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I have written hundreds of poems in which I held your hand, kissed your scars, made your gullibility mine,
But would you live in a poem where you intertwine my fingers and let me place my head on your shoulder where my gullibility is accepted, would you love me the same way as I do while looking into your eyes and reading the sobs that you hide or will you make me calm when I am not able to gulp rage of tsunami inside so I cry, I cry, and when I'm the pieces of stained goblet mirror, will you celebrate me then as I do with the half crescent moon, will you wait for me each day as I wait for the buds to bloom!

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And since I eclipsed my home
It doesn't rain anymore,
The flowers I planted are decaying day by day
And I, And I too.

I seek refuge
and keep it inside and aside
the expressions might asunder
But now I am not inviting any spring
For my soul has grown weary of its offerings.

My heart was the safest place
I ever could build,
Yet I am defeated by some hazel sighs
Now I am deaf, dumb, numb.

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I never chased the moon
Until I began composing about her!

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नासाज़ है तबीयत मेरी
ज़रा मिलने तो आओ सही
परेशान रहता है दिल ये मेरा
गले लग कर तो दिखाओ सही

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Shrouded clouds over my head pour fondness
and your thoughts linger like a wave
I wonder what's the love
If it is not,
a craving, yet I know
keeps me entangled
mumbling your name and composing your sensibility
I feel at the extent to which I'm not permissible
though I keep my emotions revolving
around you as the moon does to earth!

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I envy the flowers that served her as scent!

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I sit at home
and observe the waffle of sanguine
placed above the mantlepiece
carrying bruised grin and enigma
How tough it is!!?
holding the craving in a shiny cover of booklets
and yet waving actions across
the stream of upward cascade
in a feared colour of scepticism
that makes sense as much
as the remaining of candle stick
after a romantic beach date
and the sacrifice of matchstick
which holds meaning
but not worth after
a waving goodbye,

~Alas!

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Tu noor ki misaal hai
Mere justuzu ka sawal hai
Tujhe mere ishq ki khabr nhi
Bas isi baat ka malal hai

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A person one night I identified
and found my home when she smiled

Brighter my days evolved into out of the gloom
Her gazelle eyes invited me to be mesmerised

I breathed layers when she felt around
The hue of her ornate lips made me hypnotised

Stars resembled her eyes & universe felt astound
her thoughts lingered over my head like a cloud

Strands of her hair wavered like a breeze when she walked
She appeared prettier than the moon when she talked

I built a home inside my poetic cocoon
Whither I and She danced till not the moon hide

I envy the flowers that served as scent and sticked into her hand
Her silk-coated hand passed seeds of love to me & I became a bard

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