Life is but a stream -excited and anxious, of the good and bad waiting to happen, of the adventures and experiences of the lessons and blessings of opportunities, sliding downhill -some it dissolved, made its own and those that it had to leave behind like stones on its bank; Life is but a stream -unaware […]
Tag: spoken poetry
इस बार कुछ यूँ आना
इस बार कुछ यूँ आना के ढलती शाम देख कर जाने की ज़िद ना करनी पड़े, बस एक इंतजार हो अगली सुबह की चाय की चुस्की का इस बार कुछ यूँ आना के घड़ी में गुजरते वक़्त को देख कर दिल घबराए नहीं, बल्कि एक एहसास हो इन ओझल होते पलों के साथ सब गलतफहमियों के धुआं […]
first love
Can you ever come out of the dreams and hopes of that first love? can the scars of that first love heal? even when the splinters of a shattered heart – tear you apart limb by limb, piece by piece, like nails dug in deep inside your flesh ripping away whatever little is left; ripping […]
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