Our heart is the youngest part of our being.. The most unruly... The most easily tempted, the softest, the most eloquent.. The most un-abashed. The one that calls a spade a spade. It is upto us to listen to its valid asks like a good guardian and distract, cajole it out of its unreasonable self-destructive pursuits
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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...
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