Theirs is a doomed affair. Like every other time, he is ecstatic to receive her. To get to see her, again. On days she visits there's nothing he could do to stand still. He can barely contain his happiness, so much so he spends her arriving moments dancing around in glee. And she, she hovers up there watching his antics with a dejected affection. For she knows she can never be with him in length of time. She keeps her angst contained in those dark gloomy clouds till the last moment. Then watch him, the peacock, dance to her shower.

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“Papa, please don’t go.” Richa cried with cheeks soaked in tears. Rushing forward, she grasped his legs, crying, “Please, don’t leave me again.”
“No beta, I need to go. But I promise one day you will understand.” Her father kissed her forehead, left with his comrade in jungle print army suit.
That was his last memories with her. After thirteen years, she is standing in front of his photo.
“I shouldn’t have cried but saluted that day. Don’t worry papa, I will make you proud.”
She saluted her dad, and left the home in the same jungle print army suit.

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We are the only race to create stereotypes. We are the only race that can blush. We are the only race to resist feelings of love. We are the only race that can feel mental pain, we are the only race to commit suicide for love and hate. We are the only race that can inflict pain on others willing or unknowingly, the only race to have political stigmas. We are the only race that remembers things other than what we hid in our cache of nuts. Is it really too much to ask to forget for once?

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I awoke to silence, my heart beating a frantic rhythm and my blood thrumming in my veins. The lamp was still on beside the couch. My unfinished book lay sprawled across my chest, and the muted TV was playing those tele commercials.
'What woke me?'
Propping up onto my elbow, strained my hearing to detect anything. Nothing, not even any familiar pops and creaks of this old house.
"Ok.. no more late-night reading for me." I muttered.
"What's the matter? Couldn't sleep?" A deep grave voice whispered behind me, near to my nape.

I stay alone.

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The more I keep you away
The more you get closer to me
You still live in every character of my stories
My poems starts with your name
And ends with your love!

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~Murder~

Drip.. Drip... Drip..

Blood dripping from her wound stopped slowly as the cut started to clot. Flies buzzing through her wide open jaws and nostrils ensured that no life left in her once beautiful body. 

He examined the surroundings for evidence, slow and steady. No break-ins. No signs of forced attempts. Nothing unusual. She didn't complicate anything. There was a letter in her desk. Everything was as clear as the cut in her wrist and the new blade still lying in a pool of blood. 

"Suicide" stuttered the police officer.

Only the husband in him knew the truth!!

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Do you have a 100 words for me?
'Cause I had only three
And you couldn't even read for me
And I kept on writing these rhymes
Over and over
And I kept getting closer, to you

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100 शब्दों की कहानी
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#100 शब्दों की कहानी
" दिल के अरमां आंसुओं में बह गए, हम वफ़ा करके भी तन्हा------" ,रेडियो पर बज रहा था संगीत, और मैं अतीत की यादों में----
शादी होकर आई ही थी, नई वधू☺️
पति घोर क्लासिकल के शौकीन,और मैं फिल्मी गानों की, वो सारे दिन सुनते, एक दिन मैंने ट्रांज़िस्टर छुपा दिया, नही सुनने दूंगी----
वाक युद्ध के बाद मुझे ट्रांज़िस्टर वापस करना पड़ा, ऑन करते ही गाना बज उठा, दिल के अरमां आंसुओं में बह गए----
और फिर मेरा बिलख कर रोना---
आज भी आंखें भीग ही गई इसे सुन--
पर अपना वो बचपना चेहरे पर मुस्कान भी लाता है।
रश्मि सिन्हा

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Real World

Loving humanity
in this real world
became a curse
for me dear lord
you gave me a golden heart
so i cant break anyone's heart
I want to spread love everywhere
but people played with my emotions everywhere
what should i do dear lord
why did you gave me this golden heart people don't value a real man
they all are chasing only fake lands
i feel alone in this music of life
show me your shoulders
Coz i wanna cry
give me strength
as i cant quit
this life is yours
give it justice
by making it meaning full  

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हमारी जिंदगी इतनी भी

मुश्किल नहीं होती,

जितना खुद उलझ कर इसे

मुश्किल बना लेते हैं !!

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