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जब से हुई है मेरी आमद शहर में तेरे मुझसे रूठे रूठे सारे मयखाने हैं जब से हुई है आमद मेरी शहर में तेरे मुझसे रूठे रूठे सारे मयखाने हैं देख कर मुझे यूं नजरें चुराना अंदाज ये तुम्हारे पुराने पुराने हैं। जब से तूने मिरा दिल तोड़ा है बस शराब से ही नाता जोड़ा है। मयखाने में सब गम भूल जाता हूं जब शराब को होठों से लगाता हूं। © 𝐌𝓡.𝐚𝕘ώαⓝⒾ𝐘𝒶

Poetry

Hard shell, thick skin Slow pace, leave a trail Thick trail, beautiful scenery Companionship of like mind Like wise carry each other through the thick bush Of unchattered, scary, dangerous, beautiful scenery Grow skin and hard shell on the road untraveled, slow leave a trail!

My love for Scrabble

My love for Scrabble is like a fire burning bright, A passion that flares up with every letter placed just right. With every word I form, my excitement starts to soar, As I outsmart my opponents and add to my score. The thrill of finding words that others cannot see, Is like a treasure hunt, a victory. The tiles, they call to me, like gems upon a board, Each one a puzzle to be solved, a challenge to be adored. With every game I play, my love for Scrabble grows, A love that knows no bounds, a lov

Dangling in mid-air

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Regrets

Emmy? Am Emmy, How I loved that name, The name used to bring me so much joy back then. I don't know how I would feel if anyone called me that again. No one knows my name anymore. Am invisible. Invisible, as the stars on midday My world crushed in one minute like a rogue wave. How I wish I could have a time machine to reverse things to how they were before, I was happy, at the matter of fact very happy. I could trade anything to have that life back . . . . .

By the river side.

By the river side, A peaceful retreat Where a gentle breeze blows And the sun's heat The birds chirping and singing, The trees blowing in the wind, The grass swayed in harmony, The water trickled in a gentle din. The sound of the river soothes my soul, The scent of the grass sweet and bold The sight of the river, so clear and blue, It's beauty like nothing I ever knew. The river side, A place of solace and peace, Where I can go to find A calming release

Sad Quote

"I'm just a shell of the person I used to be."

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The Woman Who Came In From the Night

The second of Picasso's two full-length plays from the 1940s, Les Quatre Petites Filles, has been translated by Jerome Rothenberg from work he started a few years ago. The passage that Rothenberg uploaded on Poems and Poetics is witty and lovely, evoking Mac Wellman's play Jennie Richee and Ashbery's Girls on the Run. We'd love to read the complete play, but perhaps the Henry Darger connection is too obvious. Note from the translator: Although there may not be as much flash as in the more well-k

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Sad lines

جہاں الفاظ بے معنی ہوجائے وہاں خاموش رہنا ہی بہتر ہے__

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All the love that I forswore

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Sher o shari

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Your eyes have seen something in my dreams Your breath is my breath The words of my dreams, the words of your memories ۔ The footprints of your feet are the air of your fragrance. Murderer, this is your reward Amusing is my punishment

only if the moon was a forest

~ if only the moon was a forest, the moonwalkers could get the sharp - edged stones pricked in their sensitive feets, but with the swishing sensation of the crumpled yellowish leaves, the feets get the touch of the quietened subtlety. the humming and murmuring of birds have the force to wake up the burried sentences being intricated with the silky strands filled up with sugary nectar sucked up by the butterflies residing inside the abdomen which on consuming evokes the feelings of slightly crunc

Night

Poetry on night

My poem on stars

Beauty of STARS

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