In matters of heart
When I used my brains; I found myself making a mess of it.
When I used my heart; I hurt myself and the one person least intended to be hurt
When I went by impulse; I hurt everyone and was left with a writhing pain
When I went by advice; I kept trying to undo my actions for the rest of the time afterwards
When I used words; I paid for all the lines I said and everything read inbetween
When I used silence; I was misunderstood for everything unsaid
My actions cut and bled hearts
My inactions suffocated hearts
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Your love was like a sea Sometimes the waves touched me sometimes they did not I wanted it to be over..... Sometimes you approached m...
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कहीं एक उम्मीद सी है दिल के किसी झंरोखे से चुप चाप चली आती है सांस बनकर सिसकियाँ उभार लाती है मरने नहीं देती ज़िन्दगी जलाती है हर लम्ह... -
Poetry where are you ? There, right behind those soft eyelids that guard the little kid's dreams ? Got you ! No ! He opened his ey...