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Megha Thakur Jun 2020
Ye raste jane hume kis or le jate hai,
Zara sa apnate hai kabhi,
To kabhi begane lagne lag jate h.

Ye tedhe-medhe ulte-sidhe raste,
Kis gali kis nukad par mud jate hai,
Jaha bhi ye mud jate hai wahi se naye mod ban jate hai.

Har mod har dagar par ye naye kisse nayi kahaaniyan sunate hai,
Kabhi haste hai hume to kabhi hume rulate hai,
Kabhi kisi ki zindgi ki shuruat to kabhi kisi ke kahaani ka ant ban jate hai.

Yehi to hai jo hume zindgi ke har naye-purane pahlu se rubaru karwate hai,
Jo ye girate hai to uth kar fir chalne ka sabab bi to hume yehi samjhate hai,
Ye raste hi to hai jo musafiro ko unki manzil ki or le jate hai.

Jo kabhi hote hai naraz to paas bhi ye khud hi bulate hai,
Apno ki ehmiyat kya hai is zindgi me yehi to hume btate hai,
Hai apnate kisko kabhi to kabhi kisiko bhul bhi ye jate hai.

Zindgi hai chalte rahne ka naam ye raste hi to hume yaad dilate hai,
Har pal har ghari kuch naya hume sikhate hai,
Jo milate hai kisise kabhi to kabhi kisiko dur bhi to yehi le jate hai.

Or agar gaur se dekha aur socha jaye to,
Zindgi ke mayine aur is hasin falsafe ka ehsaas  waqt be waqt aksar ye raste hi hume karwate hai.
-Megha Thakur
MdAsadullah Dec 2014
Namaz Namaz keh, koi Namazi na banjai
Namaz khuda ke liye hai bando'n ko kyu'n dikhlayei'n
Ayea hum aapko apni kalam ki roshnaai dikhayei'n
Gaur se gar dekhei'n aap kaali roshnaai mei'n hraa rang dikhjaye.
mEb Jun 2011
Trail leads Chordata to Oreamnos
how trespass did not flow
I call Gaur, A Bovid of evil
to the caves until arrival of mammal beast
Vineeta rai Mar 2019
Pyar me ek ldki ki khwahish apne partner se... Ldke thoda samjhe...meri feelings in kuch lines K jariy...

Ladkiyan krti hai pyar dil-o-jaan Se..
Ldkiyan nibhati h riste ko bade aaram se...
Ladkiyan sanjoti hai apni khwahishe ko seese ki kaanch me....
Bikhrte hai wo khwahishe riste ke naam pe...
Ladkiyan nahi karti apni khusiyo ki parwah relationship me....
Isiliy bali cadhti hai unki khusiyo ki sare aam pyar ke naam pe...
Ladkiyan sab karti hai rista nibhane ko....
Par.... Par..
Gaur kriyga unki ldko se expectations v/s reality...
Ladki Cahti hai ldke ka pyar...
Ushe milta h bus ldke ka gussa yrr...
Ldki cahti hai ldke ka waqt...
Ushe milta hai bus intezaar...
Ldki cahti hai ldke ki understanding...
Milta h ushe bus misunderstanding...
Ldki cahti hai unka trust...
Milta kya hai frustration ke balloon ka brust...
Ldki cahti hai bus apka sath...
Aur app krte ** unke har khwahiso ka kaam tamam...
Kaam Tamam..
Not for all boys.. But all who do unko samjh aa jae to achi baat hai... Ldkiyo ki khwahish jada ni h bhut simple si demand h jb wo apke liy sb kr skti h to kya app unki khusiyo ka khyal v ni rkh skte...
Samy Ounon Oct 2014
Birdy, mind your ears: my howls dash the desert’s edge
My passing gusts will matt your feathers fair and faint
And scratch your eyes of liquid soul with grainy kiss
And gentle downy is unsuited for the desert’s bipolar breadth
Accompanied by what I fear is desperate, decrepit depth
Yet you flutter further in the flats, breaching the jagged heart-planes

Doleful dabs of curt dismay smatter some sodden planes
The wrenching, soaked, woolly pelt fumbles at the edge
And he hopelessly attempts to slow his slide into the depths
The depths ****** in dew to make heaving paws faint
Paws drowning in imbued imbalance: my broken flooded breadth
Washed out and faded just short of amber kiss

Who does he yowl at night to kiss?
A range of mismatched capricious planes
Breath for miles of biome breadth
Between each bound a splitting edge
As fate would weave, his heart is faint
And craves impassioned, tender depth

Perhaps the hiemal hillsides bear a greater, sanguine depth
Beneath the snow are pines to smell, daffodils to kiss
Amid the pungent, frigid, fear the air contains a faint
Hint of something sweeter there, buried in the planes
And when the blunt ice trickles warm, beneath the caustic edge
A range of life of a new kind: unbeguiling breadth

Who forsaw the vanguard hunch of birds and bears for breadth?
Not I believed that birds could dive in deserts and find depth
Not I believed that bears could whet love from sharp edge
Not I believed, thus almost missed, fate’s gentle ghostly kiss
Not I believed and thus I blew dark clouds across the planes
Not I believed in him, thus it was I who was so faint

And in the meadows lions crawl and crocodiles faint
And happily, with wherewithal, the boa to gaur breadth
All coexist in mystery perplexing on placid planes
Burrowing through sand and snow, birds and bears find depth
Jumbled earth and tumbled thoughts, a misty morning kiss
Stitches the bipolar planes and hems the obscure edge

Across the crystal planes you see their trusting dives to depths
The bird’s faint singing drifts through waves as it explores the breadth
The bear’s protective kisses peek just beyond the edge
this is a sestina

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