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I wanna reveal my secrets,
         BUT I CANNOT

I wanna shout out my regrets,
          BUT I CANNOT

I wanna sing my life,
           BUT I CANNOT

I wanna someone to hear my cries,
           BUT I CANNOT

I wanna someone to love me
            BUT I CANNOT

I wanna set myself free,
             BUT I CANNOT

I WANNA,I DON'T WANNA,I WANNA,
              BUT I CANNOT
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Kahna tum bhi chahti **
Kahna Mai bhi chahta hu
Bas un shbto ka juba pe aana Baki hai
Chalna tum bhi chahti **
Chalna Mai bhi chahta hu
Bas us dagar ka milna Baki hai
Bhigna tum bhi chahti **
Bhigna Mai bhi chahta hu
Bas badal ka garaj ke hampe barashna Baki hai
Dag tum pe bhi lagengye
Dag mujh pe bhi lagengye
Bas kuch logo ka hampe hasna Baki hai
Ruth Kai tum bhi baithi **
Ruth Kar Mai bhi baitha hu
Tera mujhko, Mera tujhko manana Baki hai
 Apr 2020 Harshit Nangia
Tatiana
I tell my secrets to children
in the form of fairy tales
A "Once upon a time," is enough
to quiet down their wails
and I spin stories as well as spiders
weaving webs that a lost child
must navigate the tangled trails
with cleverness and wit
sharper than any sword
more accurate than any arrow
I speak of children who questioned
the established path of rejection
and this misguided idea of reciprocity,
"You must suffer because it happened to me."
Because my blessing in life was not brute strength
but a clear mind and clever tongue.
I tell my secrets to children
so that they may grow smarter because of them.
©Tatiana
What can I say, I like to share stories.
 Mar 2020 Harshit Nangia
Tom
goodbye
 Mar 2020 Harshit Nangia
Tom
and i said goodbye
through filtered glass
my hand
a shadow
my voice
a blur
i chased you
and you met my gaze
until you were gone, completely
a quarter-past three
the end of
you and me
If guilt and regret
are our executioners and the ax,
then our shame are the blocks
we brought along to rest our heads upon
 Mar 2020 Harshit Nangia
Malia
Lost
 Mar 2020 Harshit Nangia
Malia
You are not lost
Until you believe all is lost.
The lines in my poetry are nothing but a facade


But how else could l tell the story of my life
If only you could read in between the letters.....If only
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