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Th love in me- liquid of infinite viscosity,
It won't melt, rather it ll sear my soul!

Soul- splitting into two halfs,
no part showing any intact quote!
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If its time for the last word of my page, It should be love..!!

Obscure(2)…

Thoughts that evaporated,

Desire to condense on an untouched page!

They can’t retain the same site,

Hence, one again, they are obscure!

Uss boond ki tamanna…

Kahi gir, gum hone ki tamanna nahi,

Sagar mei gote lagana chaho main.

Naam na milega “moti” sa mujhe,

Par chhor chhone ka yahi zariya chaho main.

Lehre toh chahegi dooriyaa laana,

Phir bhi sang chalna ho toh aaj raat aajana!

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I even want someone to knock my door,

Still I prefer being locked by my neighbor.

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For me,

It needs to be obscure…

Obscure…

Brimming emotions, yet resisting catharsis!
I am set to pen down, under an obscure mode!

Ek Zarre ki khwaaish…

Tham jaoga main thodi nami se,
Chhupai tere naino ne jo khushi mein.
Darbadar bhatakne ki fidrat chhod,
Pura hona chahta hoon issi zindagi mein!
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I want someone to track my shade,
Still I prefer switching off the light!
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For me,
It need to be obscure…