Main tod leti agar tu gulab hota ??
Main arpan kar deti khudko ,
aagar tu mera hota ??
Jo sath rehena ka wada kiya tha tune, kash woh nibha diya hota??
Kash woh sache pyar ka dekha ,
thoda oor kar diya hota ?
Tera jane ke baad jo tu aapne yaad chod gaya ,
kash woh aapne sath le gaya hota ??
Aagar us din tu mujhe yu chhodke na gaya hota,
toh aaj mera hat tera hato main hota??
Aaj bhi aagar koi tujh jesa dekh jata hai mujhe ,
toh may sochti hu ki kash woh tu hota ??
Main aaj bhi tera galat shikwe bhula du
aagar tu mera pass wapas aaya hota ??
Oceans continue to wave
or do they adhere to duty
obviously everything stopped
on the day I saw your beauty.
Or am I illusioned
of my soft pain, hard longing
on the sin called belonging.
Howdy white rabbit have you seen
The summer sky today
The vastness of the blue and green
In shadowless array?
Or you’ve been busy all the time
Just for the habit of
Being busy, cause it suits you fine
You schedule must be tough
Although you’ve nothing else to do
But hear my hello
You are forgotten, aren’t you?
Don’t worry, start the show
Of coming late to some address
Where you were not invited
It is both sweetly meaningless
And seriously one-sided..
I will plunge my hands into the deep brown earth
To pluck the wild, velvet flowers,
And wait for you to teach me how to bind them—
An art I only want to learn from you.
I’ll lay them upon your hair, a quiet crowning,
Claiming you as the sovereign of my world,
And though I’ll never tell you the burning reason why,
My eyes will say it all.
I’ll watch you climb toward the sky,
And steal a thousand pictures of your joy,
Until the bark makes your palms tremble
And you fall back into the waiting grass.
I will tumble down beside you,
So my hands, too, carry the sting of the wood,
Both of us marked by the same adventure,
Your arms lifting me as we fall together.
When you press your lips to my forehead,
My cheek, my nose, or my hands,
I will hold my breath,
Pretending it’s just a casual thing you do,
Even when my heart tells me
It’s the only holy thing I know.
You saw yourself fade
Stuck in the midst of it all
Yet you still continued
Got stabbed with a blade
Got played like a ball
On your knees you fell
You knew it was hell
Yet you still continued
You failed to say your weakest Goodbye
Because you were promised Dubai
Placed your bet on illusions
Instead of performing ablutions
And bidding farewell to all the pain, insults and being taken for granted
Wisdom is many sided...
For choices to be decided...
Wisdom knows when it is time to begin
And knows when it is time to end.
Wisdom understands the path to take
And understands the path to forsake.
Wisdom knows the heart can believe
And knows the heart can deceive.
Wisdom is many sided...
For choices to be decided...
In my eyes you're the greatest poem
one could write,
a newborn star shining bright.
Through the galaxy,
through time.
A person's love,
it is to be called mine.
If only it wouldn't be a lie
to call you mine.
If only there could be us,
not you and I.
I think this one-sided crush
will fade like the waves in the ocean—
loud when they reach the shore,
but forgotten as they fall back into silence.
He loved her
like the last day of autumn —
knowing she'd leave,
but holding on
as if his hands could change the season.
She wasn’t just a chapter —
she was the entire book
he never finished,
because he kept rereading
the parts where she smiled.
He built a world around her absence,
talked to her like she still listened
in the silence of 3 a.m. walls,
replied to old messages
just to feel alive in the ruins.
But to her,
he was a moment —
a page she turned
without reading twice,
a sentence that never made her pause.
He broke quietly,
in places she never looked.
While she moved on,
light-footed,
as if his love was never heavy enough to hold her.
He was waiting
in the story she left behind.
And she —
she never looked back
to see if it ended.
Canadian bird
the chestnut-sided warbler
on lovely blooming.
The roar of the crowd fills the air
The whistle blows, my heart pumping
Bucket for Bucket, foul for foul
A free shot soon to be coming
A needed break for the fans and players
As the game comes to a pause
The team devises their next move
A new perfect plan without flaws
A tense feeling overtakes the room
As the game is nearing a close
As every viewer is on the edge of their seat
A team’s grit and clutch begin to show
The end of a tied game, the tension rises
One chance and one shot each team owns
The suspense, sharp in this one moment
As both team’s fate still unknown
As the ball drops through the net
The crowd arises in loud cheers
One team is left with joy and victory
While the other is left in sorrowing tears
I hate how it always ends up like that.
How I get ignored for several hours.
And reply within a few seconds.
To think that you didn’t care as much as I do.
Engraves a sense of solitude in my heart.
I can’t call myself anything but a fool.
To hopelessly stare blankly at a screen.
How can I have these emotions, however?
Every day I greet you like it’s never the last time.
Reminiscing, overthinking but never hating you.
Ever wondered if you noticed those emotions………………? (will you ever do?)
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one-sided love affair
Queen Ann dark chocolate covered cherry cordial
Rest after trials and each test
Realize God in the training knows best.
So rest, rejoice and sleep with peace.
Let the Heart's Interpreter bring release.
Saviour Jesus, Father Spirit, Lord of all
Will keep you from a fall
And have the Love and Life's Music perfected for you!
So fear not weakness nor the tests to be true
Prize the Heavenly Kingdom's harmony of Joy
Give it first place to understand each girl or boy
Man or lady; smiling and discerning the right
Enjoying each day as sunny-bright!
Pahilyanda pahata kshani tula mi,
Kuthetari harvale…
Man tuzyat gahivarle…
Pratyek shwas bharavla,
Tu distach,
Majhya manatil pratyek disha unchavlya...
Vichar kela kadhi tuzyashi bolaycha,
Pan manatle bhav, kadhi jibhevarche shabd nahi tolayche…
Tu distach, mi lapayche…
Swatahla savarayche…
Vatayche kadhi konala kalal tar,
Ka mahiti swatahlya tyach kshani kase japayche...
Manala kase sambhalayche...
Shuddhshah, avaghe 5 varshe mi swatah la samjavat rahile...
Swatahsobat ekatech bolat rahile...
Aaj matra to divas ujadala…
Dhadas karun sangun takle…
Ho, mi tuzyat adakle...
Tu mala shabdashah faslach!
Ho, XYZ, tu mala faslach!!!
Tuzyat adakle mi!
Tuzya prem jalat mi guntle...
Guntvalas re tu mala...
~ Shruti
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