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Shrivastva MK Jul 2017
बड़ा अज़ीब है सिलसिला प्यार का,
नजाने कब आएँगी वो पल इश्क़-ए-दीदार का,
रूठी रूठी है वो खूबसूरत नज़रे उनकी,
नजाने कब ख़त्म होगा मेरा वक़्त इंतज़ार का,
वक़्त इंतज़ार का,

हर लम्हा उनकी याद में खोये हुए,
उनके मिलान की आस दिल में बोये हुए,
अपनी साँसों में लिखकर नाम उनका,
उनका चेहरा अपने आँखों में सजोये हुए,

सुना है बड़ा मीठा होता है वो फल इंतज़ार का,
कैसे दूर करू नाराज़गी अपने दिलदार का,
ज़िन्दगी भर देंगे हम साथ उनका,
क्योंकि जंजीर से भी मज़बूत होता है डोर सच्चे प्यार का,
डोर सच्चे प्यार का.......


Shrivastva MK
Michristle May 2015
I'm preparing myself to be a better one
whom you're gonna need (and love). Since i'm not yet around,
i believe God is also preparing
you really well for me.
Till' we're good and ready enough
to be each others' last.
At the right time
which He has planned for us long ago.
So, take care, love. ❤
Rockie Mar 2015
Planes crashing
Towers exploding
News covering
Tears forming
Men falling
Videos created
Uprise roaring
The whole world
Watches
Waits
In baited breath
Death all around
It started with a hijacking
Or maybe a bit before
But we are resilient
Brave
*We shall NOT be brought down screaming
I am currently studying a poem based of off 9/11 and formed this in my head while reading it. Although it doesn't quite capture the true emotion by this particular event, I hope it gets that across.
Poetic T Feb 2015
Upon the blackened reeds
She sits upon her throne
Where all is blackened roots.

She is the angel among
The darkness sitting, watching
Upon her blackened throne.

The days are of no consequence
But in darkness the world
Is real. She bides her time,
Woman upon a darkened throne.

She waits passionately for
The fall of man, and
The rise of the true leaders,
Obscured by man, she
Sits, she waits upon her
Lonely throne.
The voice was snow crunching
Beneath my feet
Early February
And leaves were wheeling over,

Fresh cut grass
It was rain tiptoeing
In spring,
It’s as gentle as breeze.

Breathe in the air
Bend like the reeds
Let the razors take their place
But neither be empty
Nor full of tons of mist.

Forever I shall wait
Let you be the groom
Our hearts shall be engaged
Not by the golden or silver rings that last
But by the binding of eternal life.

Then, I shall say, “Yes, I love you too,”

(2/21/14 @xirlleelang)

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