We were wayward pirates, drowning in the obsessions of our flourishing love. We cruised through the wild waters, hijacking the merriment from lost sailors. That agitated storm zapped you to a different current, to a distant lover and I was stranded, amidst the taunting sharks and questioning clouds, waiting for the pirates to ransack me. Without you, my mermaid, I am a lost sailor too now, deserted and depleted.

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❛Your promises like fragile petals
broke away from the branches of my heart
leaving my soul more deserted than ever.❜

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closed all the windows
bolted the entrance
of my heart
promised not to loiter
happily embraced loneliness
finally i was single

suddenly, something moved
right there
Oh, my heart,
you betrayed me again,
after six years
my deserted life
blossomed again

my disobedient heart
made me a carefree lover again

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एक बार मुझे बस सुन तो लो , हर दर्द बयां हो जाएगा

तुम दिल मेरा फिर तन्हा करना, हर ज़ख्म जवां हो जाएगा

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And that dying fire in
The deserted backyard
Was once a glow in the dark
With the chirrupings of the
Family.

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तुम्हारी महफ़िल से हम 'रोशन' नहीं,
हमसे रोशन है 'महफ़िल' तुम्हारी।

दुनिया से जुदा है 'अंदाज़' हमारा,
हमने 'वीरानों' में भी महफ़िल सजाई है।
- साकेत गर्ग

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Ye shahar tera registaan sa hai jo mere Dil mein basta hai..!

यह शहर तेरा रेगिस्तान सा है जो मेरे दिल में बसता है..!

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Never be so close to someone cuz sometimes words and feelings may misplace after so much conversations. Trust the mind cuz sometimes heart may fail...

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The more delighted
they are socially
The more deserted
they are internally

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// An ode to love, unrequited.

Every unrequited love is a home
that’s built in the middle of nowhere
for someone who will never live in it.
A gentle breeze will find its way through
the windows with rustling white curtains
and look for a life that was never meant to be.

A compact kitchen where a late brunch
will never be cooked on a Sunday.
A drawing room which will never be filled
with the sound of TV and laughter.
A sunlit balcony where kisses will never be stolen
over a cup of morning coffee.
A doorstep that will never have a hug waiting
at the end of a tiring day.
A bedroom where an intimacy beyond the boundaries
of a bed will never be shared.

But it shall still be a home
of things that never could be
and stand as an ode to love, unrequited.
Now deserted.

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