June brings rain,
Nights enveloped in pain.
Thunders and downpour,
Heartache amidst petrichor.
June brings greenery,
Lightning and bliss.
June sings lullabies,
Of relief and peace.
June pours melancholy,
On window sills and doors.
June scatters life,
On damp earthy floors.
Rains and music,
June embraces it all.
In love and out of it,
June makes you fall.

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So You’re a Writer..
Do you scribble to be known?
Or for your fears to be shown?
Do you fathom upon your dreams?
Or write to blanket your screams?
Does ink suffice your heart?
Or are you searching for a new start?
Are you writing to curb the empty mind?
Or to make your emotions bind?
Is your writing thicker than blood?
Or do you write to curb the soul flood?
Are you craving for the ink and paper?
So you can write and let your heart savour?
Is writing the key to the Caged Bird?
Is it You who makes the pen mightier than the Sword?

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Ma serves it
With a smile on her face
And persuasion in her words.

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You start Loving yourself
Don’t go out to see the world
When there’s an unread book by the shelf
Don’t fire the soul if the mind is still asleep
Don’t promise of faith and companionship
Because promises are hard to keep.

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The journey has come to an end.
The feet as sore as the eyes.
Life and its meaning all newly carved
As the mind grows old, and the heart all wise.

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ना पाने का जुनून है
ना खोने का डर
मंजिल धुंधला होने का है फ़िक्र नहीं
इन्सानियत के जज़्बात है तुझमें अगर ।

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मेरा देश भी अनोखा है यारों,
हजारों विवादों में लिपटा पड़ा है।
धर्म के कीड़े ,भेद भाव के दीमक है,
फिर भी सर उठा के खड़ा है।
कहीं बारिश के आने से,
किसान चैन कि नींद सो रहा है,
कहीं बाढ़ में डूबे लोगों के लिए
सारा हिन्दुस्तान रो रहा है।।

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दिल टूटा है, उम्मीद नही
साथ छूटा है, साथी नहीं।
आंखों के दराज़ में छुपा रखा है,
उसकी शर्माती मुस्कुराहट को‌।
कानों मे सम्भाल कर समेटा है,
उस खोई हुई आहट को।

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My heart has pockets that still store you
Wrapped with Smiles,Frowns and Anguishes too
From Times when happily ever after was a reality
To times we couldn't make it through.

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A decayed Soul,
Feet,too tired to roam.
An Existential Crisis.
A long-lost Home.

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