Kahani

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The ruins of the colorful day, lay barren on the silted sea
Shackled in all the stories–we all tend to leave
One by one, dot by dot
As if it all were free
The dances with the storm and the placid glee
One by one and dot by dot–we all began to flee
The stories we lived and the faces we wore
Facades we dealt with–the farcical attempt to be free
Thinking about the ocean floor and how much was the sea deep
Or how often did the blackbird come, to the love famished tree!
The cloudy sky below which, sparked the days of lust
Of which were a thousands of them–long forgotten glories
And riches which were buried long before the Sun showed itself,
The first and last time to the Moon.
Thus the ruins of a colorful day and all the stories we lived
Came to an ending, much of it already seen

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Harekat

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The place between nature and humanity is serenity. It is that bridge where if we stand in bliss which is known as silence–we will feel the heartbeat of Earth. It is that crossroads which does not ask to be traveled..but just begs for stillness. And we often ignore the pleads. That is why we do not know that such a place even exists, where blue is a blur and green is a cloud. This place is where we find ourselves. Outside we find earthbound things. Then they fly past us. But we never hear silence talk