Let me cover it with a smile,
Else my eyes shall spill the pain.

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The last time we met,
you spilled me.
Now I crave for you
like an empty glass
craves lips.

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The first time I took you in my arms
You looked perplexed, I was numb
Both spilled tears,
I was happy,you needed mom

We grew, you joined army, I Tourism

Last time we met
you were in your coffin in tricolour
I was inseparable and inconsolable

Today on Rakhi,
Oh honey please come....

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To Her,
Her secrets were
As important
As her clothes.


How she wished
To change one
Like she changed
The other.

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i drink.
i drink.
not daily.
but yes, regularly.
gulping every drop.
i later, start spilling them.
dirting my own floor,
but resulting into immortality.
i drink.
i drink
ink.

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दर्द भी हमारा है, गलती भी हमारी है
बस सूरत-ए-हाल उनकी देन है...

अनजान हैं वो खुद दिए हुए तौफे से
पर शायद, इसी को कहते किस्मत का खेल हैं...

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आंखें भर आईं, जब देखा वो नज़ारा...
दूर होगया था हमसे, हमारी ही आंखों का तारा...

हम ही बेवजह उनसे दिल लगाए बैठे थे,
वरना उन्हें तो कभी था ही नहीं हमारा इश्क़ गवारा...

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Dear Heart,
Although you can untie
his physical presence
from your life,
But how will you untie
his presence that is spilled
in the air you breathe,
on the floor you walk,
in the clothes you wear,
on the bed you sleep,
So Stop fooling me now ,
Accept his eternal tie with you...

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The last time we met,
you took yourself
away from me.
As a consolation, gifted me
this pen.



I see spilled ink.
They see poetry.

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