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एक लड़की है जो मुझे मुझसे ज्यादा चाहती है दुनिया भर की बाते, आकर मुझे बताती है रूठ के मुझसे पास मेरे ही आती है।  मेरे ख्वाबों को अपने, वो पलकों मे सजाती है  हो जाऊ कभी जो उदास, गाना बेसुरा सा गा के सुनाती है  जूठे वादे करना आता नहीं है उसे  बस बात जब मेरी हो, दुनिया से लड़ जाती है  खामोशियों को मेरी, ना जाने केसे जान लेती है मेरे दर्द मे मेरे साथ, आंसू वो भी बहती है  खुशी हो या गम, वो साथ सदा रहती है  जो कॉल पे बात करते करते सो जाऊ  वो नहीं मुझे उठाती है  मेरी गलती पर भी, ना डांट कभी लगाती है  जानता है नहीं कोई मुझे उससे ज्यादा  साबित ये वो हर बार कर जाती है  आखों मे मेरी झाक कर, हाल दिल का मेरे जान जाती है तकलीफ मे हो खुद,फिर भी देख मुझे मुस्कराती है  जो ना हो कुछ घंटे बात, तो नाराज थोड़ा हो जाती है  मेरी हर ख्वाहिश को, बड़े ही हक़ से पूरी करती है हा, एक लड़की है जो मुझे मुझसे ज्यादा चाहती है. Inspired by a poem of Amandeep Singh 

Now, I want to love fire but I don't want to burn things. But, I'm scared of fire. It's like the fire is inviting me,  but I know how dangerous it can be. At the same time, I don't want to be afraid of it anymore just because I got burnt once. God, I can't even remember if I got burnt once. Maybe I'm so afraid of getting burnt that I've created a false memory in my head. I want to play with matchsticks. I want to flick the lighter. I want to feel the warmth of the fire. I want to see my hurtful thoughts turning to smoke in the yellow flame. I want to be fearless. I want to write my toxic feelings on a paper and set fire to it. I want to see that paper turn to smoke and ashes. I don't want to be afraid of getting burnt. I want to love fire. I just don't know how to love fire

It's the minor gestures of love that matter. she never asks for expensive things. all she ever wants is to feel loved and respected in the relationship/bond you two share. you don't have to buy her jewelry or take her out on dates in some expensive restaurant. Instead she would want you to get her flowers, take her out on walks, eat street food and do all the crazy stuff in the middle of the road. she would want to talk to you about everything from how her day was to the thoughts that bother her at night.She would want you to sit by her side under that sky full of stars and absorb all the gloom she has inside her.  all she ever wants is - to feel alive ofcourse, she will love and protect all the gifts you get her. but it really doesn't matter if it's costly or not. for her, what truly matters is the gesture of love behind that gift. the fact that you took efforts for her, to maker her feel special. this will make her heart melt. this will make her and this relationshi

Today, A friend asked me, "Would you write a poem on me?" .  .  And I wondered what it feels To be written as a poem. I wondered, what it feels To no longer be a mortal To know you'll live forever In words of a poet who once, Or forever, cared for you. I wondered if I was written a poem For me, about me, Would they write about how I liked my presentation in a shade of blue Or about how I write my notes With an ink that matched my chocolate wrapper. Would they write about how I broke my resolution within a day And made resolutions about keeping resolutions Or about how I never broke my promises Or about how I broke down after realising That a relationship I admired was Only painted in pinks and yellows But was just another form of abuse. Would they write about how Sometimes I rant about you, Sometimes I rant about society Or sometimes just stay so silent That they wonder if I lost my voice. Would they write about the poems I wrote Or the stories I shared, Would they write

And even if I'm spending nights without sleeping: Feeling empty, yet heavy, having thoughts that I can't understand, Watching my soul crying in the darkness inside me, Living how I don't deserve to, because of the mistake that was done by someone else, Sent to where they think I can't comeback, Where I've to fight even if I want to cry Where even the walls don't talk to me, Where there's nobody to understand me I will rise, I've found the light inside me that wants to sweep the darkness away, That wants to take my soul out of the darkness where it is crying. I will walk even if I've to walk on the edge of this slippery cliff and I won't fall down I will understand me when nobody wants to. Because it's me who has got to find where my soul finds the happiness. And I promise myself that i'll never let this light go off, I'll help it shine brighter and brighter and one day this light will lead me out of here, Help me live how I ever wante

How to stay alive? In this world of devils Wearing masquerades How do I know it's an angel? How do I know it's not my fault? How do I teach my heart to beat? How do I teach my lungs to breathe! How do I learn to live? How do I live? How do you live? How do we live? How do we not suffer? How do we suffer at the hands of those we love? How do we suffer at the hands of those we hate? How do we end this all without ending ourselves? How do we end ourselves and yet stay alive? How do we know this is not the end? How do we restart? How do we learn to think again? How do we not scream pain? How do we scream without a voice! How do we ever learn it all? How do we still survive? How do I make it all alive? How do I survive? How do I cry? How do we undo things? How do we change our actions already done? How do we change people in our life? How do we remake our life from the beginning? How do we survive with guilt? How do we decide to take a right? How do we know it's not left? How do