The Last Breath

Long after the sun’s set I release a breath of self-proclaimed misery and let out all those dreams that couldn’t be true I let out a breath of restless hope as I prepare myself for the scarce crumbs of comfort that night brings on will I be in your arms again and cry a river,…

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कैसी यह कश्मकश …

जो साथ हों लेंतो अपने बगावत कर जायेंगेजो साथ न देंतो तुम्हारे गुनेहगार कह लाएंगेजो दिल की सुनेंतो दिमाग़ के दुश्मन बन जायेंगेऔर जो दिमाग़ की सुनेंतो अपने आप के न हो पाएंगेकैसी यह कश्मकश हैजाएं चाहे जिस भी रास्तेकिस्मत से तकरार तय है

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निगाहों में जिनकी हम…

ग़म तो जनाबइस बात का है कीनिगाहों में जिनकी हमताउम्र रहना चाहते थेउन्हें नज़रों से गिरने मेंज़्यादा वक़्त न लगाहम सपने बुनते रह गएऔर वो दबे पाओं दग़ा दे गए

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What’s life!

I keep telling myselfit’s all rightto not have what I wantto not get what I craveto pine for what I deserveto lose what’s mineBut in realityI’m dyingof these meek attemptsof these fake comfortsof these suffocating breathsof living these sore liesI keep telling myselfthat I’m all rightbut a voice echoes from deep inside“you’re not, but you’ll…

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पलटवार

यूँ बिन बताए आधी रात आनासब जान चुके हैंपरेशान हो चुके हैंअब शांत हो चुके हैंयूँ खिड़की से सीटियां मारनासब जान चुके हैंपरेशान हो चुके हैंअब हार चुके हैंवक़्त का खेल तो देखोकिस्मत पलटवार कर गयीअब जो जा चुकी हो तो सुनोख्यालों मेंयूँ बिन बताए न आया करोभूला चुका हूँ मैंहार चुका हूँ मैंयूँ दिलोदिमाग…

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Gerald’s Game: Book Review By Asha Seth

Author: Stephen King | Genre: Horror | Pages: 320 | Publisher: Hodder & Stoughton A game. A husband and wife game. Gerald’s Game. But this time Jesse didn’t want to play. Lying there, spreadeagled and handcuffed to the bedstead while he’d loomed and drooled over her, she felt angry and humiliated. So she’d kicked out hard. Aimed to hit…

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Coriander Hopes

I look over my shoulders. One, twice, and then again. This ritual never ends. Me, chasing darkness for that sliver of light. And light evading me, elusive as ever. I couldn’t have been more desperate, more wanting of that one little ray of hope. I wake up. The morning is chilly. There’s a slight nip…

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Micropoetry#71

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Never forget what you are,
for surely the world will not.
Make it your strength.
Then it can never be your weakness.
Armour yourself in it,
and it will never be used to hurt you.”

George RR Martin

Someday…

someday, my love we shall walk hand in hand down the golden shore up the hills so grand we shall marvel at a sky so blue and map fields far and few… someday, my love we shall let raindrops tickle our feet and arouse our senses with lasting ecstasies… someday, my love this distance won’t…

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Where you are…

amidst universes is where you are lost between infinities is where you are no beyond no back where you are time won’t lapse where you are no maps tell me where you are no roads reach thee where you are museum of ache is where you are burial of hopes is where you are I…

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Am I still me?

your memories cling to my very skin it is hard to tell where I end where you begin they crawl all over me sparing not an inch not even the air I breathe their whispers ring through autumns and springs my mind is tormented by the epiphanies they bring days dissolve into nights with such…

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