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A walk

hand in hand



a sleep that

rests on shoulder

a sweetness that we share

a frown that you care

our voices so still

that heartbeats come to living…

no matter how and where and why I am,

will not stop loving…


Happiness is cherished with you,

you know about my tears too,

days sometimes are black

I hopefully can hold myself back,

I just count my days dear,

hours with you will be many more

o please..!!

hold me, hug me so near to you

so that every breath,

every thought

starts thanking you,

for I promise that a bigger promise

is waiting,

will not….


A whisper I hear,

a call so dear,

an hour much awaited

when another year adds to you again,

may the smile remains the same,

and happiness lifelong blooms,

and may everything you touch

always experiences unfading spring

will not ever…




Come to me…

A promise I can make

That you shall never be awake alone

When stars go dim

By your window,

Come to me… I’ll hold you tight

And never let you go….



A promise that

You’ll never see the ground

N heavenly blues

Would become ‘your’ color

For everyday…

Come to me… for I make you a home

Worth a whole world of promises…

Days and times when

Life outruns you,

A mere thought would

Put forth a bridge

Where I am there to

Leap you out…

A promise that

All the promises will be kept

A promise that

That it’ll be most kept and said

When least needed

Come to me…

For I promise that

Souvenirs of our good memories

Will always be kept deep

And never forgotten…



everyone writes on how a guy feels after two people get parted.

here I try to depict… how a girl really feels…

जाने अन्जाने शायद कुछ

कह ना पायी थी,

तुम भी तो

ना थे समझे,

और हर अनकहा शब्द

दर्द बन कर रह गया है


सिरहन सी दौड जाती है

जब पास से निकल जाते हो,
क्या कठोर ही थे

या मैं ना जानी थी,

और हर छिपाया आँसू

वहीं जम कर रह गया है


ना चाह कर भी सोचने

पर मज़बूर हुई थी,

कि हम साथ थे जब

तो क्या पैदा इक दूरी हुई थी,

और हम जहाँ हैं आज क्या

उसी का नतीजा हो कर रह गया है


दिन से सप्ताह

सप्ताह पक्ष हुए, और

पक्ष महीने हुए हैं

हमें नज़रें मिलाये,

बस दूर से ही

सुनती हूँ तुम्हें,

और यादों के काँच का हर टुकडा

खुद को सताने का ज़रिया हो गया है


मैं तुम्हारी तरह

अपनी मर्ज़ी से नहीं चलती,

हज़ारों तरह की उम्मीदों का

नन्हा सा बांध हूँ,

किस किस को थाम के चलूँ

इसी कश्मकश में,

सब कुछ पीछे

छूटता जाता है,

रिश्ते नहीं संभाल पा रही हूँ

बस भाग ही रही हूँ,

तुम्हारा साथ ना दे पायी

इस का दुख ना करना,

मेरा गुस्सा भी

तुम पर नहीं खुद पर है,

कि शायद मैं ही हार गयी तुम्हें

इस जीवन की भाग दौड में



तुम खुश हो या नहीं

पता नहीं,

पर मैं यहाँ अभी भी

वहीं खडी हूँ,

जहाँ कभी नहीं

जाना चाहती थी,

मैं चुप सी ही ठीक हूँ

शायद हाँ, तुम्हारे कोप के इंतज़ार में,

और ये बेकार सा जीवन ही

मेरे जीने की वज़ह सा हो गया है….

This rainy night where is she?

Is she in some town

Racing along a dark street,

As the rain comes thundering down…

Does she go home to a lover,

Does she go home alone,

Does another man share the love

That I could never had known?

Or is she home happily

In her town I don’t know where,

Or maybe she’s from the country,

Or from the mountains air…

As I think I know I don’t know her,

Although I once thought I did,

I wonder if she knew I loved her,

If she cared why my love so I hid?

Maybe she’s in the arms of another,

Some lucky man darling she does call,

I wonder if ever I met her,

Would she even know me at all?

Going to her! Happy  letter! Tell her-

Tell her the page I didn’t write;

Tell her I only said the syntax,

And left the verb and pronoun out.

Tell her just how the finger s hurried,

Then how they waded, slow, slow, slow;

And then you wished you had eyes in your pages,

So you could see what moved them so.

Tell her it wasn’t a practiced writer,

You guessed, from the way the sentence toiled

you could hear the bodice tug, behind you,

as if it held but the might of a child;

you almost pitied it, you, it worked so,

tell her- no, you may quibble there,

and then you and I were silenter.

Tell her night finished before we finished,

And the table clock kept neighing “day!”

And you got sleepy and begged to be ended-

What could it hinder, to say?

Tell her, how he sealed you, cautious,

But if she asks where are you hid

Until tomorrow, -happy letter!

Gesture, coquette, and shake your head!’

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