चलो उन से मिलकर आते है!
एक बार ओर रुस्वा हो आते है!!

यार -ए-मुहब्बत का वो खूबसूरत गुलदस्ता!
चलो इसे ओर खूबसूरत बनाते है!!

क्या  रक्खा है दुनिया के इस गोरखघन्धे मे!
शहर-ए-सनम चल वही खो जाते है!!

ओर वो जो न आए तेरे बुलाने पे!
अब दरबदर की ठोकरे खाते है!!

जो की थी मुझ से अहद-ओ-वफा़ की बाते!
हम पागल है!लोग अक्सर सुनाते है!!

ना दिखा किसी को ये जख्मी दिल""राज़""
ये लोग तो युंही क़हक़हे लगाते है!!

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117.

If the strings were cut off, would the puppet live or die?

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Coffee?

No.
He wasn't the form she'd savour everyday.

His was the ilk, the taste of which, lingered in her, long after she devoured him.

Dessert, he was the dessert.

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116.

Acumen with its worshippers many, only had me in awe
It took his vulnerability to get me on my knees.

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#105.

Forgive me, I cared.

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120.


Holding on to that flimsy rope, somehow, falling felt safer.

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118.

A good time, which is, to open that door;

when you still hear the knocks or when you can't hear them anymore?

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114.

She'd meet him flaunting the facade of exuberance
her eyes laboring to not give away her grief
For, not autumn, does a tree bemoan
even when it loses its only leaf.

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115.

A bandage deceptive hides his sore
would she then, know of his battles any more?
Can autumn be even bemoaned by the tree,
when, to the leaf it brings atrophy?

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104.

Droopy and how, these shoulders mine
burdened with load that cannot be shed
Moist with tears from stories untold
and the ones from eyes that remain unread.

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