_khwabeeda_

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  • _khwabeeda_ 3h

    Paintings , poems and pains-
    In all , traces of you ;
    You , the cause of their being .
    Love , the road connecting them all.

    I , the road .
    We , a cosmic tale , common
    to all on the other side of wants ,
    greed and fleetingness ..

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  • _khwabeeda_ 4h

    " Remember me as someone who has tried . "

    " I have only seen you winning each day ,
    battles I can't even imagine to fight ,
    ever since I met you .
    Let me remember you as someone who finally deserved some rest . "

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  • _khwabeeda_ 4h

    Zephyr - a soft gentle wind .
    Cacophonies - a mixture of loud , unpleasant noise .
    Beseeching - to request earnestly .

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    In the calmness of a poem , poets are beggars
    with thickened skins of caramel
    fall off from the sky of whereabouts
    As the directionless zephyr bisects
    the cacophonies into happenstances
    whose probability signs up between 0 and 1.

    Some hide under thick masks
    While for many the people of poetry ,
    Kohl is the silence they'd desire upon
    For their eyes so celestial is where
    Vacuum has withered from a flower
    Whose petals are the feet measuring distance .

    In the calmness of a poem , poets are beggars
    With metaphorized metallic plates
    Each stained with hollow personifications
    Beseeching the oxymoronic words for
    Stanzas that shan't be a one-time meal ;
    Then would the walls of poetry be scratched ,
    With grief fabricating a home in nails .

    A musician's music is never a forgone instinct ,
    An artist's brush is the instinct of an art ,
    A beggar's food is itself an instinct
    While A poet's poem is the instincts of nothingness
    on a wait to be born into a melodious cardiac
    arrest , THE BIG BANG - start of a new era ..

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  • _khwabeeda_ 3d

    And there will come an October
    when you and I will be together ..

    Separated by a few inches
    on the balcony in a rainy evening ,
    You will measure the distance
    between the song where I'd found you
    and the song where you had me ;
    And I will uncover all the poems
    of love I have written without you .
    In slow rhythm , I will memorize
    all the lyrics as you recite my verses ;
    The sky will shower all the secrets
    we had told imagining each other's
    soul in the moon ,
    Like music and words , we will unite
    once again : to remain
    inseparable forever ...

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  • _khwabeeda_ 3d

    || मोक्ष मृत्यु का अस्तित्व विलीन कर देता हैं ||

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  • _khwabeeda_ 3d

    " Does life really have a meaning ? "
    " If you are a seeker , yes . If you are not curious , no . "

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  • _khwabeeda_ 5d

    प्रेम क्या है ?

    प्रेम सम्भावित वह भाषा है जिसका प्रयोग ,
    मां ने उचित समझा था अपनी ममता जताने के लिए ।
    वही भाषा जिसका स्वाद मेरी जीभ पर मानो
    आत्मा जैसे बस गया है ;
    वही भाषा जिसके शब्द घाव भी दे सकते हैं ,
    एवं औषधि भी लगा सकते हैं ;
    वही भाषा जो मुझे मेरी मिट्टी से बांधता भी है ,
    और दूसरों से मुक्त भी करता है ।

    हां , वही तो है प्रेम- संपूर्णतः !
    बिल्कुल मेरी भाषा , ' हिंदी ' की तरह ।

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  • _khwabeeda_ 5d

    Your lips gleam like glazed sunshine half-unveiled ,
    still scarlet , blushing like a new bride .
    Honey dribbles from your petals , moist ,
    bespangling the black mole below your lower lip ,
    as it slides down the stream of your skin ,
    before vanishing with a plink .

    Your eyes dance like marionettes ,
    tied to the strings of the heart , the marionettist ,
    waiting for a thirsty traveller in the desert ,
    to find you and quench your thirst .

    I , once an alcoholic , now a tramp ,
    who has not been to a tavern in a long time ,
    fall at your feet , cup my parched palms ,
    and drink the elixir dripping from your lips .

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  • _khwabeeda_ 1w

    Nowhere have I seen , nor will I ever see
    even if I go to the end of this gigantic world ,
    someone so basic yet so extraordinary .
    For whom the sun aches and bleeds in golden ;
    for whom the moon forsakes its dark side ;
    for whom the meteorites lose their existence ,
    to gift life to the starry-eyed wishes .

    Your skin shelters the deciduous forests ,
    lives of many thrive and bloom on you , for you .
    Rivers flow through you to merge into the sea ;
    you are the destination that offers salvation .

    Look at you , lost in the sierras of your face ,
    wondering if any bee would taste your petals .
    Darling , you know not , galaxies float on you ;
    you are the particle and the whole universe ,
    which no one has yet absolutely known .

    Do me a favor and look again into the mirror ,
    be it of glass or the unbiased eyes of someone .
    Does the reflection leave you in awe ?
    Hell it would , you are a diamond sans any flaw ..

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  • _khwabeeda_ 1w

    You are the warm breeze of summer's noon ,
    that falls like mist , on the philtrums of lovers ,
    about to kiss and taste a bit of heaven .
    You are the crimson of the blushing welkin ,
    lifting veil at skysill during sunrise and sunset ,
    the shade that on the parting of her head ,
    maa wears proudly , to add colours in her life .
    You are the shine of a thousand splendid suns ,
    twinkling light years away from earth ,
    the ones that glimmer in the eyes of dreamers
    like the flickering flame of their passion.

    You are the silence of dawn filled with croons
    and vibrance of twilight , flaunting the beauty
    of goodbyes that often remain unspoken ,
    filled with the chaos of everything in between .
    And I , I am someone dwelling far , far away
    from you but only in miles , close to heart ,
    loving , relishing each version you showcase , Like
    The Almighty in love with its each creation .

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