I want to say something to you,
but know not what it is.
Or maybe it is the nothing
that I want to share with you,
the blank, the empty, the melancholy.
I want to say something to you,
but know not what it is.
Or maybe it is the nothing
that I want to share with you,
the blank, the empty, the melancholy.
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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