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Cold Heart

The lights are dim.. I am lost in touch of your whim. You fancied me and left me to fantasize. I touched you in my heart and felt paradise. Yes you, the one who has hurt me and yet I bleed for you, the one who might have blurred me yet I breathe for you. I remember the love on your lips. I remember your hands on my ribs. I remember your frenzy in me bore. I remember your whisper to my furore. I remember your fragrance making me crazy. I remember your taste leaving me fuzzy. You were adorable from head to toe. I was high or numb falling behind your tow. I loved you from the howling of my body. I loved you also from the musings of my parody. I loved you like I love water.. Around me always, yet thirst for some more of its splatter.. I loved you like I love a delicious graze Filling me with wonder leaving me with heavenly taste.. I was so much into you and your warmth I lost sight of when I lost my own aplomb You pulled away the warm blanket you had covered upon me.. And the cold started
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THE KEY

The key of my hopes were in your hand. I was seeking it and then you opened your sweaty lovely palms and its magical wand.. and showed me the key to my hope. I started running after you while you high-walled, jump-walked, trapezed, waltzed in-front of me. Oh, I wish I could keep up with you. I sat down with despair and tears in my palm and the picture of my key to my hope.. reflected back to me.. It was yet  in your hands though Oh, how I struggled to get it back in my tow. The earlier combinations i tried, unlock me no more. all safe in my journey's ring, a peek into my past's solved doors. The key in your hands call  me out to my future's roar. Oh how bad I want it, where it rightfully belongs but I know you would not hand it over to me just like that till I come  closer till I look deeper till I go harsher within me till you demand me all I feel till before your pull I kneel till more cruel I allow your kill till I get through myself peel b
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सच?

हां वो हमेशा वाला प्यार नही हो तुम पर बांहों मे प्यार से भरते हो ये क्या कम है? माना कि कुछ भी हमेशा के लिये नही होता पर दिल जो है ना उम्मीद ही नही छोड़ता। पर एक धड़कन वो भी है मेरे अन्दर जो कहती है कि जाने दो क्या खोया? कि पल भर को तुम्हारी नज़र जो मुझपर थमी, क्या सदियों से कम थी? पल भर वो एहसास जो तुमने दिया, क्या सालों की तड़प पर रहम ना था? पल भर जो तुमने छुआ, क्या इस ठहरे दर्द का मरहम ना था? क्या हुआ जो प्यार पल दो पल का था या असिमित, बस सच्चा तो था ना??
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Utopia

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Choice

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Dard kuch aur rahe to achcha hai.. Dava is marz ki na mile to achcha hai.. Kuch aur jala daalo mujhe ae khuda Sard kuch aur hon saansen to achcha hai.. Behne do aankhon se vo saari nadiyaan.. Sukha kuch aur badhe to achcha hai.. Sambhalna unki khwahish hai Jinki manzil aas paas hai.. Manzil kuch dur dikhe to achcha hai.. Chal kar ruk gaye hain kuch log vahin Hum dur tak saath chalen to achcha hai.. Let the pain stay a bit more Let the cure stay away for sure Burn me a bit more my God Let the cold sighs increase to a lot Let the rivers flow from the eyes Droughts increasing a bit more should be nice Those whose destination is nearby want to be saved. Let my destination be far away and that's better Some people have stopped at one destination only.. If we could walk a bit further..that's better..
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मुझमे पनपता ये मुलायम सा खुशगवार तुम हो क्या इन खूशबुओं को महसुसते मेरे तार तुम हो क्या ठहर सी गयी हुँ मीठे पानी की तरह मुझसे भिगता मुझमे छनता ये ज्वार तुम हो क्या ये सिहरन सी युँ ही जो छुकर जाती है इसे समेटता वो खर-पतवार तुम हो क्या ऊँगलियोँ को फेरकर अपने बालो मे, जब रचती हुँ, ये बेचैन से शब्द, वो चुभते से कलम का साकार तुम हो क्या कब तक भटकुँ युँ ही, मरूस्थल मे कौधँते इल्मों की तरह, ये मुझमे ही ठहरता मेरा हर आकार तुम हो क्या चलो खुद से लड़ना नही मुझे मुझसे हारती सी मेरी जीत, जीतता हुआ तुम्हारा प्यार तुम हो क्या (c) शिल्प The softness growing like happiness in me, is it you? The fragrance being tucked in by my pores, is it you? I am still like fresh water, the one getting wet of it, the tide getting filtered of it, is it you? The shiver which touches and goes, is its passing held by you? The fingers i caress on my hairs while writing these words out, the spear of the pen i write from, the meaning of it all, is it you? Till when should i wander uselessles
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