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!
I even want someone to knock my door,
Still I prefer being locked by my neighbor.
.
For me,
It needs to be obscure…
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