caught up in a poetic frenzy for 10 minutes fuelled by the frustrations of a normal work day, i wrote up these extremely silly lines in this thread at Sukanya's place.
aayina humaari mujhe dekh ke yeh pooche,
hassi woh tumhari tum kahaan chod ke aayye ...
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phoolon ke beech tumhaara yeh chehra dekhaa,
mann hi mann ek aur haseen yaad banaake sambhalke rakhaa ...
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zindagi ke yeh kuch pal yuhin guzar jaayye na kahin,
pyar kiyye bina maut tumhaarre nazdeeq aa jaayye na kahin.
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sitaaron se baatein karna tumne sikhaaya,
raaton ka neend churaana humne sikhayaa ..
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i know they are silly but then i guess we need to be silly once in a while to be happy. The curbs that we place on ourselfs come in the way of enjoying the simple things of life.
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cut cut cut
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Before i convert this silly little post into yet another intelluctual discussion on what we are, why we are so and why we are not what we were or can be, let me put a fullstop to this post.
instant poetry.
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Marco wrote:
Silly is something you want to be like that...
Everything that comes straight from inside, the pulsion to live this life to the grumble of your soul could be a blink of an eye on butterfly wings that overcomes the distances thru time.
The silliest is a black dot at the end of a life.