जो तुम्हे कभी सुनाई दे,
तो पूछ लेना उससे वो सारे प्रश्न
जो तुम्हारे भीतर कोलाहल कियें हैं।

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The night whispers
Sweet nothings
In the hope for an answer
In a hush tone
You just have to throw it back
In the realm of galaxy
Quiet and calm
For someone to listen
For someone to whisper back

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One by one
I plucked all the petals
Kept those in my gloomy diary
Page by page
In the hope
That the white petals
Will paint all these dark pages
Back to its spirited ivory

Only to find those dull hues
Tinting the white petals
And now
I am only left with
A gloomy diary
Old mourning petals
And a hope with new Flower.

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Imperfection is real,
Don't you think?
It is to exist
It is to prevail
or would you be
So perfect
So flawless
They will think of you as sham
I would rather be that
yellow daisy
Which has lost its petals in the process
But is beautifully perfect
in its own way.

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On my bed you will find
bits and pieces of me
and some scraps too.
Some remnants of my conquest
which ought to be there,
As I tend to forget them.
Duvet full of judgements
of life, of people and what not.
Beside my pillow,
you will find my dreams;
scattered and gathered all together.
There will be guilts and regrets,
with rage and rapture in tandem.
You will also find those unfinished books
and a lot of half baked poetries;
staring at me to finish them.
Yet...
Whenever I make my bed by morning
except my mutinous hairs,
They all fade away;
Only to return back every night.

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Without any jitters like before, I said,

Lost for a mare second, she whispered,


I stared at her enchanting eyes. Suddenly, they had glints of sadness that I didn't tell her before, but at the same time she blushed that I finally did it. Breaking my reverie, I replied,
"I was so succumbed to what ifs and why nots"
"And what made you to tell me now?"
Making contact with her now confused eyes.
"Your alluring eyes which had captivated me for a long time just told me that you feel the same".
Hiding her smile with crimson red cheeks, she looked away.

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Dear June,

For me, you are not only 'The Month', you are way more than that.
Like snow pelting on my soul in the month of June. Which will never happen where I live except rainfall, but I can still feel your snowfall somewhere around Dras. You are that kind of yearning which makes me nostalgic for all those past years. I feel like battling between my homesickness and wanderlust, in some manner I can never explain.

But at the same time, I longed for you every year.

Yours Truly,
June Born

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I am a wayfarer with solivagant soul searching for my abditory.

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ये श्वेत ना जाने मुझसे,
इतना क्यों शरमाता है।
इक पल झांके बादलों से,
फिर बादलों में छुप जाता है।

तारो के आंचल में रह कर,
तू इतना क्यों इतराता है।
करनी नहीं तुझे गर बातें,
नूर अपना तू चांदनी से
मुझपर क्यों बरसाता है।
देखे बस तू दूर से,
छूप बादलों में मुसकाता है।
जब स्नेह नहीं मुझसे हैं तुझको,
क्यो रातो को मेरी
खिड़की पर यूँ टंग जाता है।
कह दे 'नेह' की बात ऐ चांद,
सांझ ढलते ही क्यों तु,
मुझसे मिलने आता है।

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Unable to find its way out,
She got trapped in the somber cage
A cage called darkness.
A cage called despair.
With each passing day
her brittle soul embraced the agony.
Fighting the battle for quite long,
her now stoic self
lost in to the blinding mirk.
No mercy by that demon
called depression,
And now her soul longed for freedom.
Eventually
She accepted truce with the doom,
In to the pool of her own blood
she sobbed herself to eternal sleep.

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