मेरी सुबह की टहल में,
एक अलग सा सुकून है ।
बादलों की आस्तीन से
जब धूप झाँकती है
खेलती है सतोलिया
कुछ टूटे बिखरे टुकड़ो संग ।
मैं चल के पहुँचता हूँ
दरख्तों के आसेब में
जहाँ मेरी परछाई
मुझ से ज़्यादा खुशनुमा है ।।

(क्रमश:)

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"One Small Crack Doesn't Mean That You're Broken"

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गुँचा एक रुई का मैं लूँ आस्माँ से
और सियूँ तुझ तलक इक डोर यहाँ से

तारों पर डालूँ गुलमोहर की झालर
तुझ पे दुआ बरसाऊँ जहाँ तहाँ से

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I love your smile;
The way it melts my ice,
Like that.
I love your voice;
The way it churns my soul,
Like that.
I love your laughter;
The way it induces my heart,
To go thumping,
thumping,
thumping, Like that.
I love your eyes;
The way it stares at me,
Like that.
I love you for being you;
That way you make me glow,
Like that.

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I won't say it was very broad,
But it wasn't thin either.
She carefully picked it up on her fingers,
Caressed it for quite sometime.
It looked fragile yet strong,
Ugly yet charming.
In pain yet not giving up.
Then, Carefully, yet beautifully,
she placed it on a piece of paper,
twisted it's arms and legs a little
So that it's comfortable in the new place.
She wanted it to stay forever, she wanted it to breathe, to live, to be her friend.
It looked beautiful!
When people saw it, they only saw it's beauty.
No one could ever know the story behind it.
And once they knew, they found it hard to believe,
that once a scar which wasn't too broad, but not thin either, is now a beautiful poetry.

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These days when
I hold the pen,
Ink shies away
From barren paper.

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If silence was appreciated, then I would have never buried it under the tombstones of my poetry.

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My poetries are nothing
but a small bottle of perfume
which makes my pain scented
so that others can feel it the
way I want them to feel.

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I wish I could hold you back
in my life but your presence
was as smooth as a silk cloth
which passed through the ring
of my life without even leaving
a single trace of the moments
which could be spent together.

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Oh! It Was A Dream!

She was dressed in a beautiful pink gown studded with precious stones.She wore a beautiful tiara over head which complimented her look.As she took her poised steps towards the palace to meet her prince,suddenly a sharp noise diverted her attention.

Yes...the girl woke up from her dream and realised that she was sleeping on the footpath.As soon as she came back to her senses,she stood up to beg for money as this was the only way she could survive and watch more dreams of what she could not afford in reality.

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