Micropoetry #2

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Jang- e- zindgi (Hindi Poetry)

Dard kya hota hai ye zaalim kya jaane, Mout kya hoti hai, ye haiwan kya jaane, Hawa main ud Gaya ghar uss parinde ka, Ghonsala kaise banaya tha, Ye tufaan kya jaane.

Labyrinth

Don't ask me, from where do IĀ  belong. Just hug me tight if you can accommodate this lonely soul within yours. I don't have a destination. Don't ask me anything about my shabby appearance. Just let me in, if materialistic dirt doesn't bother you. Don't question my scars or my body, They are a mark... Continue Reading →

Desperate.

The pale moon waneth night by night. Making me feel pretty much desperate for some lambent light. Ultimately leaving me alone. Now even the moon is drowning in the veil of darkness. Perhaps something brighter is awaiting? Or perhaps it'll be a dark moonless night. Even yin has a white spot. Then why not my... Continue Reading →

I’m sorry.

The skies now seem wide apart. The day I came to know that you were someone existing on this world, Was the best day ever. And the days following were peaceful too. Now it again seems all so gloomy. A tunnel with no visible end is where I feel myself now. Just in a moment... Continue Reading →

Mr. Ego!!

Dear ego, You proved yourself to be the strongest. Their relationship, you were the one who shattered it like anything and I could not do even something to bind it. You were a barrier, an invisible wall between them which finally broke them apart. But still I continued to climb and tried to escape this... Continue Reading →

Abandoned….

You left me, Smoking and drinking came my way. I used to gulp painkillers to reduce the pain of being left, unaware of, that they won't work. Wondering; I started to quaff it everyday. Some shots of intoxication accompanied and people, they termed it drugs. Warned me not to take them anymore. But then should... Continue Reading →

Title: Untitled….

Was it that he left, or she never had him. Silence was her loudest cry, after he left. She was like a broken instrument, Which hated, its own voice. Everything seemed irksome. Not able to believe, the ongoing incidents in her life, She started asking people for advice, considering themĀ sagacious enough to understand her. But... Continue Reading →

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