Aaj main tumhari tulna apni soch mein, chand se kar raha hoon. Kabhi soch tha hoon, chand pe bhi insaan pahunch chuka hai.Jaane walo ne dekha hai, uski khubsurati mein bhi daag hai.Par tumhe dekhta hoon toh sochta hoon, kaha hai khaamiyan? Bas ek chota sa til hai, maano ek baade se baag mein akela […]
Uss din kuch ajeeb sa lag raha tha.Raat hote hote thak gayi thi main.Kuch pal ke liye laga ki ab mere dil ki dhadkan ruk si jaa rahi hai. Khayalo mein khoyi, laga ki meelo dur se ek awaz aayi.“Beta bohot der se chup hai, chai piyogi? ”Thake haare maine kaha,”nahi maa” Ghar ki balcony
Are you listening? Honestly, I was clueless.While I lost the last strain of hope.I felt a warmth in my heart Like, God’s cheeks touched mine and He smiled at me. How grateful I could be? I survived. – Surviver Notice: JavaScript is required for this content.
I played a prank. Oh, he tripped.He fell over and fell so hard. He fell on the bed of roses.“why do you laugh at the fall?” He fell like he was in love…Love and me? But, again let me remind you – I played a prank. Don’t steal roses from the bed of flowers you
Bas aise hi ek raat ki baat hai, ek raat jo beeti hi nahin hai.Kal kuch iss tarha barse huye baadalon ki tarha baahon mein gire woh, jaise ek banjar dhuni par boone girti hain. Aisa toh nahi tha ke woh pehli baar aayi hoon aise.Par kuch baat thi unki aise bikkhar jaane mein..Main unhe
Kabhi idhar ka, kabhi udhar ka.Kabhi un pahado pe milunga aur kabhi kahi uss jheel ke pass miljaungaJab iss zamaane se mann bharjaye, jab apne aap se dur hojata hoon, kahi chala jata hoon But if you ask me? Apne angan ki mitti kahi nahi mili..Kahi nahi hai woh purani teheliya jinpar jhula karte the
Duaao mein jaise tumne ek baar apne khuda ko yaad kiya tha, ek baar phir dua karo ussi khuda se.. Kaho usse ,”Wapas jana hai un sab ke pass.” Tumhari haath ki roti yaad aati hai, main kahu toh maanogi, maa? Kitni baar koshish ki par phir bhi tumhari yaadein rula hi deti hai… Tumhari
Meri ek shikayat hai aaj, ek lambi se list toh nahi bana paayi.Par iss mausam mein isse zyada na kuch keh paayi aur na kahungi. Yeh mausum ki hi toh baat hai, ke aaj iss baarish mein mere kajal bhare naina bhi baras pade.Yeh khaali dopahar mere khaali dil ki tarha hai, maano purane Calcutta
The moon that once shined upon us like it was a ball of silver has turned red: murky and wicked. The stars that often witnessed my love for you are malicious. They spend the night sinisterly mocking your false promises.They once twinkled in glory of our love turned villainous. Your betrayal: splendid.Fine, like a work
I think it is me.The problem lies within my soul, my mind and my consciousness. I have always thought of myself as immensely inferior to my desires and ambitions; only because they are so big & vivid.Engraved in me so deeply, it couldn’t be ignored. Perhaps you must be thinking why should I be the
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