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सूरज से गुफ्तगू #43

तू सोचता होगा की तूने सिर्फ मुझे सताया हैपर तूने मुझे खुद से ज़्यादा जलाया हैंतू सोचता होगा की तूने सिर्फ अपनी दास्तान रौशन की हैंपर तूने हर कोशिश के साथ मेरे हौसले को उड़ने की आहट दी हैं Read More: सूरज से गुफ्तगू #42

The Amassing Vengeance.

  He strolled into the room Silence screaming behind him, She garnered herself on the couch Terror and throes screaming from inside her.   The stress, the tension surfacing The unknown reconciling, His anger transpiring Her calm deescalating.   And in a sap all was lost A yank through her ruffled hair, An irate haulContinue reading “The Amassing Vengeance.”

The Screaming Silence.

The bedroom door closed She flinched He grinned She shuddered He smirked.   The bed conquered She groaned He frowns She pleads He pounds.   The six yards of clothing came off She cringed He smiled She screamed He moaned.   The bodies locked Beyond the natural rhythm An innocent body lost With silence beingContinue reading “The Screaming Silence.”

Phoenix in Disguise.

Gone are the days Of you wanting to be above me, Cutting my wings And throttling me.   So far, I have battled Cursed and raged, Tried to swim and float Sometimes barely to survive.   I have fought and fought Even when the war ended, I tried just to stand and walk But allContinue reading “Phoenix in Disguise.”

Confusional Emotions!!

How do emotions work? Yeah, you heard me right, yes, I am asking about the workings of emotion. As simple as  it might sound to you, I am at a loss when it comes to it’s answer. How exactly do they work? For most of the ‘normal people’ it works as laughter with happiness andContinue reading “Confusional Emotions!!”

“They”

  They say I didn’t fight enough They don’t know How my body aches How my body has Lost the feeling to Feel the pain.   They say I didn’t raise my voice enough They don’t know How my throat itches How my voice has Completely lost the feeling to Feel the voice.   TheyContinue reading ““They””

More Yours, Than Mine.

  I smile a little more these days As, the smiles on my face Are a little more yours, than mine.   I cry a little more these days. As, the tears in eyes, Are a little more yours, than mine.   I hate a little more these days, As, even the hatred in myContinue reading “More Yours, Than Mine.”