
Folder of my memories
I recently made a folder.. Of all the memories I love.. And as I get older.. I seem to have more memories to shove
READ MOREExplore a collection of poetry arisen from innocent inspirations, unexpected thoughts, intense emotions and more. I rarely edit my poems for I wish for the rawness of my minds eye to come through in my poetry. Therefore, the phrase 'Visceral' would be apt here

I recently made a folder.. Of all the memories I love.. And as I get older.. I seem to have more memories to shove
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Deep within the recesses of my heart.. Lies a keeper of untold truths.. Of unrealised memories, unstitched seams.. Here lies the keeper of dreams
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और बताओ मेरे दोस्त,.. कैसी लग रही है दुनिया?.. हर पल की एक पहचान,.. जो इन अनेक रंगों में निखरती है।
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I grew up a little.. Faster than I expected to.. Only yesterday I dreamt of going to college.. I dream of coming back home now
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Sorrow lingers in fragrant petals.. In the strings of the heart.. Slacked, but free.. And drifts in silence with a silent light
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I reach deep into the reserve of minds.. Into one who is not, yet exists in all kinds.. And pick out beads of shining gold.. Precious enough to have kept since old
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है ज़रूर एक ख़्वाब अभी,.. जो ख़्वाब न जाने सोता है।.. क्यों बेमतलब तू रोता है?
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I don't know of time.. Nor of the way it flows.. I know of what is mine.. And one day it may go
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Forever now, forever young.. Hearts sing softly.. Respire the lungs.. For resonating with song
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Dear Sir.. Please wake up.. You've been gone long enough.. Bring to your eyes a light of sunrays
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In a world of talk and walk and show.. Stop for a moment.. let it snow.. Watch the little bug crawl on the wall
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सांवली-सी रात, बचपनी-सी बात,.. इन लफ़्ज़ों को जानें हम।.. इस पल को कब पहचानें हम?
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कवि जब अपने लिए.. या दूसरों के लिए लिखता है,.. तो इन अल्फ़ाज़ में फ़र्क है।
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Rise with a wind.. Of furious burst and sinew.. And let it rain again.. Puddles of crystal draw sharp bows
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I'm a spotlight in life... I lay on the stage... I walk with rage... I stomp a market
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It was in Iceland, long ago... It was far from India, far from home... Next to deep blue lake I was... Next to the mountains and waterfalls
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Drift and make a path you love / And pave a way through bliss and glee / A road awaits you through the sun / And shining sand and beads of sea
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A fire of hope crackled afront / A waft of heat swelled across / Filling the frosty wind with life / In a room where much had been lost
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