Dear April,
Please be kind😇
Along with generous💐
Expecting alot from you🤗
Please fulfill all in your own way🌸.
Don't go in hurry🏃
Just be for a long 😉
Trying to get alot from you😇
You can give alot from your side 😊
Just be kind 😇
Along with generous 💐

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WHERE DOES LOVE GO ?

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The End came with a precision
Yess I integrated a collection
From April 1st to 30th
I inked 30 poems as a gift
To connect with people
I made myself handful
The journey seems so tricky
But the way to hit becomes easy
And we've lost our two great stars
But for us these legends may live far...
With a hope of inspiration
I'll write upto core with full dedication

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When I scrawled up my past
I tracked my transient visions
Cricketer, dancer, hero, singer...
All were just as weak as a solo finger
My paradise spinned to a desert of challenges

Whatever may be...
As a wanderer I've to type my life
To tag my goals, I'll tackle...

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I feel free
Like never before,
While you rot
With guilt.

I wear happiness
for a tiara,
Seeing you cower
before its sparkle.

Refusing to be dragged
I realise now,
Forgiving is the most selfish
thing I can ever do.

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Rain odours like spices
Delivers a delicious mood
Particles on soil pickups
A unique momentum

Creations of God renovate themselves
And a new calmness silences the noises

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No Poetess is born
Passion creates some
Pain chisels the rest
She does what it takes to survive.

No Poetess is destined
Passion breaks some
Pain nourishes the rest
She does what it takes to move on.

No Poetess is same
In the No man's land
Between Passion and pain
She does what it takes to shine.

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I refused to leave the door open
Giving into insecurities.
You crept in through the window,
Finding a way like you always do.
To light up my world
Every single day,
Much like sunshine.

I thought I was safe
Where love couldn't find me
and hurt me again.
Maybe it isn't about the walls I built
But a love that is persistent enough
To find the cracks I left
And shine through them.

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W
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W
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❤
W
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●रंग बिरंगी कविताएं●

जिंदगी जब कोरा कागज बन जाती है।
तब ये कविताएं ही हैं जो उसमें रंग भर जाती है।।

कुछ लम्हें हमें ऐसे याद आ जाते हैं।
छोड़ के ये तन्हा पल हम बचपन में चले जाते हैं।।

बचपन की वो कविता हम कैसे भूल सकते हैं।
जिसमें 'एक चिड़िया के चार बच्चे' घर से निकलते हैं।।

कैसे ना कहें कि
इन कविताओं से संबंध हमारा बहुत पुराना है।
यारों से भी गहरा इन "रंग बिरंगी कविताओं" का याराना है।।

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