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वो ‌चंद लफ्ज़ जो तुम कह न पाए न जाने ‌कब से इंतजार कर रही हूं वो सुनने को, हां मैं नहीं हूं तुम जैसी गहरे सागर सी, मुझे बहना पसंद है, हर बात तुम्हें कहना पसंद है। मैं नहीं हूं तुम जैसी गहरे सागर सी।। मैं नहीं हूं तुम जैसी बंद किताब सी, मैं तो वो आज़ाद पन्ना हूं जो फड़फड़ा उठता है हवा के हल्के झोंके से, और दिखा जाता है अंदर लिखा हर हर्फ़ , मैं नहीं हूं तुम जैसी बंद किताब सी।। PC:- Google. #poetry #yqdidi #life #randomthoughts #loneliness #journal

वो ‌चंद लफ्ज़ जो तुम कह न पाए न जाने ‌कब से इंतजार कर रही हूं वो सुनने को, हां मैं नहीं हूं तुम जैसी गहरे सागर सी, मुझे बहना पसंद है, हर बात तुम्हें कहना पसंद है। मैं नहीं हूं तुम जैसी गहरे सागर सी।। मैं नहीं हूं तुम जैसी बंद किताब सी, मैं तो वो आज़ाद पन्ना हूं जो फड़फड़ा उठता है हवा के हल्के झोंके से, और दिखा जाता है अंदर लिखा हर हर्फ़ , मैं नहीं हूं तुम जैसी बंद किताब सी।। PC:- Google. #poetry #yqdidi #life #randomthoughts #loneliness #journal

Kaushambhi Dixit

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Summers has always been warm, falling between spring and autumn but the fact that it's not always the warmth your heart craves for. The summers bring warmer and the heat translates to drier temperatures, indeed tough times. These summers, being summers, were no different to my family, scorching, spiking hot bringing nothing but struggle and sufferings . My grandmother used to say that it was a time when they had everything but nothing to be happy about. Emergence of me into the family was a life

Summers has always been warm, falling between spring and autumn but the fact that it's not always the warmth your heart craves for. The summers bring warmer and the heat translates to drier temperatures, indeed tough times. These summers, being summers, were no different to my family, scorching, spiking hot bringing nothing but struggle and sufferings . My grandmother used to say that it was a time when they had everything but nothing to be happy about. Emergence of me into the family was a life

Saurabh Singhal

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