I don't know if I m in love with you
But certainly
In love with the hibbie jibbies i get when u look at me or talk to me or just pass by me.......

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Tu chal ......kal ki fikr mat kar.
Rakh upar wale pe bharosha
aur seekh thoda sa sabr.
Bachaya hai usne aj tak tujhe ,
hai usse bhi teri fikr.
Kiski chinta hai tujhe,
ke tu aage badhne se raha hai itar.
Kisne banaya h tujhe,
aur kiske dwara bigade jaane ka hai tujhe darr.
Jo tu hai, tu hai,
duniya bhale na kare aaj teri kadr.
Rakh himmat aage badh,
duniya ko aayega tu ek din nazar.
Aj tera na sahi,
kal sirf tera ho kuch aisa kar.
Ke Pahuche tu har sikhar par ,
Aur ho tujhe khud pe fakr.

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He makes others smile
in their tough times
With his crazy jokes,
I wonder why he chooses
to smile only under rain....

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And in your laps I rest
to find my lost soul ....
Your serene touch
and once again
I find the world
Beautiful.......

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Guitar in his hand
Tears in her eyes
He sings about the
memories of their past
And her tears are
evident that those
memories, in her heart
still last....

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Her parents were overwhelmed
seeing her smiling face
in her in-laws house,
But the scars on her body said a
different story...

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She is gorgeous,
She is the personification
of real beauty .
She is valiant,
She is the lioness
of her domain.
She is independent,
She is the queen
of her choices.
She is vibrant,
She cheerfully plays
her every character.
She is beatific,
Unmoved by the judgements
of the society.

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There's someone who wakes up before the dawn,
There's someone on whom we depend upon.
He toil and strive everyday for us,
Just imagine the world without farmers.
When he hears the lightening sound,
He heads towards the dried up ground.
With great hope he goes to the field ,
And expects a massive yeild.
He plough the barren land,
Sows the seeds with his dusky hands.
Works under the scroaching sun,
And returns only when the work is done.
He returns back exhausted and fatigued,
And just to satisfy his basic need,
Entire day he spends in the soil,
But is he paid enough for his toil??

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The eartly smell,
The cold breeze,
The sunlit dawn,
Radiating its light all around.

The chirruping birds,
The morning rush,
The fresh leaves,
The blooming flower's blush.

The clogged drain,
The delayed train.
The destroyed grain,
Farmer's work in vain.

The homeless man,
The destructed van.
The traffic jam,
The flooded dam.

The scene is quite terrifying,
Post repercussion of nature's crying.
While the mother nature looks fresh and green,
Mankind seems depressed with tears unseen.

Should I feel happy for nature or sorrowful for mankind???

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I can't thank you enough for your existence and being the most important page in my entire notebook.....
You accommodate my crazy drawings,
and embrace my mood swings.
Hold my secrets encrypted in code words, which includes the game of FLAMES revealing the name of my secret crush!!
However the name is scratched & criss-crossed several times ,so one could hardly understand whom I consider mine ..
I'm sorry for the spaces I waste, to check my non-working pens in worst case...
Because of you I owned the title of sketcher, as you are my real saviour during my boring lectures...

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