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Afsos bhi hota hai...

Gar ehsas zinda hai to aansu bhi aate hai,

Aur hansi bhi...

Maine to jab bhi koshish ki rone ki khud pe,

Hansi hi aayi...

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Kagaz ke phoolo me mehek purani kitaab ki.... Zang lage guitar ke taar, aur dhun ek jaani pehchani... purani. Log kehte hai ki safar hai, par sab makaam dhundhte hai; Subah chale the, sham tak koi rah hume bhi dhundh legi...

Monday, March 18, 2013

Three cups


How many cups of tea a morning
is enough for the day?
I had three...
one for the rising sun
a toast to my fears born afresh
one for the night that passed
and the fragments of me I left in its folds
and the third one...
Because they say
once is chance,
twice coincidence
but thrice...
A pattern.

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