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 Oct 2021 Khaab
A Poet
You started out as a dream, an illusion, an invasion of the thought.
  Slow torture; turned obsession.
     Fast Love; slow grief
My entrails exalting, my pulses exploding.
  With your fire you enslave me,
        & even after death
            I am tortured, when may I choose to be happy?
दोस्त वह जो दिल को जाने
रिश्ता वह जिसकी अनुपस्थिति
को दिल कभी ना माने।।
A competion gifts two prizes. Winner can decide what should recieve!

1.huge amount of money, but the winner should spend rest of their  lives in a cell !!

2. can live their life in their own way and can leave the money behind.


which one must choose?
Freedom or money?
Is it hard to choose ?
 Oct 2021 Khaab
Eshwara Prasad
Unfounded expectations.
Mind prayed on the
vulnerable.
In the dark, the elusive figure
slips out of grasp,
leaving an obnoxious
Smell behind.
"Sometimes the greatest ideas can be born out from an old crumbling napkin.."
The greatest ideas are simple as a napkin..lol
Note it down everything , no matter where it is.... Maybe it can turn out to be the world's greatest ideas!!!
Came from nowhere
presented to me all your care
pretended, that you are born fair

I believed all was true
shared everything which helps you through
helped you to sustain, and you knew


But for you,your arrival was only meant to gain
resulted ,all my affection was nothing but went in vain


But I wasn't a fool
you forgot just one thing
you won't breathe , if I decide not to..
 Oct 2021 Khaab
A Poet
Hold me like you used to do,
Let my thoughts run free to the moon,
      Let my arteries burn in lustful flame,
             Let me fall in love all over tonight,
for endless are my sorrows,
  so endless my miseries,
        I'm scared. . .
          so let me experience . . . love. . .
                at least for tonight.
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