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Mujhe wo aksar kehta tha
Muhabat kuch nhi hoti

Hijar ka khauf be matlab
Wasl k khwab bemani

... Nighaoon main koi soorat
Kahan din rat rehti hai

Usy q khamoshi kahain
K jis main bat rehti hai

Wo ankhain kaisi hoti hain?
Jahan barsat rehti hai

Yeh ansu bezaban ansu
Bhala kya bol saktay hain

Or uski narm palko pe nami
Din rat rehti hai

Mujhe wo aksar kehta tha
Mohabbat kuch nahi hoti

Magar jab aj barson bad
Main ne usko dekha hai

K uski jheel ankho main
Hijar ka khof rehta hai

Wasl k khwab rehtay hain
Wahan barsat rehti hai

Yun lagta hai k barson se
Wo soya v nahi shayad

Yun lagta hai kisi ki yada barson se
Usy din rat rehti hai

Or uski narm palkon pe
Haseen saay be geelay hain

Or uski khamoshi aisi k
Jis main bat rehti hai

Mujhe ab wo nahee kehta
Muhabat kch nahee hoti.
Copyright© Shashank K Dwivedi
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Àŧùl Jul 2017
The most gorgeous girl in the world,
I* remember *Pragya by her anonym,
Now all I have are her memories,
Yes they are sweet and delicious.

Real life angel she was my friend,
Each day in her company was good,
Memories of us smiling together,
Early riser she so inspired me,
Maybe she does not have time,
Busy she is too much for memories,
Regal used to be her elegant smiles,
Again I hope that I come across her,
No one is immortal but memories are,
Centuries ago maybe I had known her,
Every memory I can recollect sharply.
Pragya also had her surname as Mehra but she's unrelated to anyone here.

I miss her and the days spent with her.

Her sunsign is Sagittarius and she chose Zephyr as a suitable nickname for herself.

My HP Poem #1645
©Atul Kaushal
Busy as much; busy as a bee
serving sweet remarks to a Queen
The hours are long, and we’re always
swarming with activity

Everyday business is always so sweet, and
even given a pet named— the retirement
package for it though, kind of stings

Every colleague of mine seems to know
what’s the buzz; and our clientele do carry a
good scent- something like flowers

…just another day for the life of a bee
Julie Butler Oct 2015
how I'm all but
suffocated
by the story of her
wake
& somehow she is always
busy;
I've crawled so far
out of my way

I cannot stand to
sit and listen
to my heartbeat falling faint
its own pulsation makes me dizzy
& veins paint painfully her face


so I can call it quitting
now that everything's turned grey
& all my cannot haves are useless
just like, loving you this *way
>|< Julie Butler

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