Now it’s here, now it’s gone,
the flittering blank that I so long.
Its existence is perfection,
its disappearance, a promise to return.
It’s the center. I’m all around.
A slight movement, and the blank fills up.
Even if they are colors gorgeous,
I yearn for the blank, the blank beautiful.
The longing defeats its purpose,
the wait takes the blank further away.
It’ll come back though, I know,
for, now, I’ve let it go.
A sponge. Absorbs. All the water, and the soap. The grease and the dirt. Wring it out. And again. To make room for more.
pyaar mera non-biodegradable ishq tha par unka recyclable deforested se mann mein unse, khushiyo ki aayi thi biodiversity dheere-dheere bane the hum, ek doosre ki energy alternate wali duniya saari lagne lagi thi, jaise hai wo zero emission carbon footprint hi jaise, ho gaya ho sabka none par kaise ho sakta tha ye sustainable? emotional […]
बरसते बादल दिन में और बरसातों वाली रात हैं सुकून के सिलसिले, जल्द आएंगी सूखी सर्द हवाएं, फिर इक बार अाहों को बहलाने, गर्मी की लू भी ले ही आयेंगी रंगारंग फूलों वाली गालियां जैसे होता है हर बार, ठीक वैसे ही जैसे तुझसे जुदाई का मौसम है बरक़रार सालोसाल।
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