nupur singhal

with the stroke of the midnight,
a new life, a new stride..
a nation was born tender..
a dawn, an awakening to lead, my country INDIA...
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it speaks no words,
yet they fall on the soul..
quietly falls on the heart so heavy,
pain wrapped, the words of silence....
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when i remember you,
which i always do,
some drops shine like pearls,
wait maybe wothless here,
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forgive me my mistakes,
i know not wat made them do..
forgive wat possesses me..
mindless pursuit, certain greivances...
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yeh kiska saya chaaya hai aaj, fariston ka nishan hi nahin..duba hain kis nashe main insaan, key parvanon ka koi jahaan kyon nahin?
kis patjhad ke phool hain yeh? jo girte hain to gire hi hain, kyon rangeeniyan hokar bhi? paiye sabni doori hai...
kiska nishan hai yeh jo..mitakar mitta nahin...pyaar karna chahkar bhi..nafraton ka ghada bharta nahin...
kiski yaad aayi hai aaj? kya pyar ka saya hai yeh? ansoon to beh jaatein hai, to kyon nahin beh jata yeh pyar?
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THE MOMENTS FADE AWAY SOMEWHERE...
SOME DELIGHT HE SEEKS....
WILT HE FIND IT...
NONE...THE WAVES NEVER DOTH REACH THE SKY,
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a touch of her hand,
his heart would give away..
a smile on her face..
the world was a beautifull place..
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silently motioned himself,
admidst the fluttering wilderness..
the moonlight shone..
flooding light, killing darkness..
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remember, the games!
the retarded i'd enact,
ur sweet laughter,
filling in the void thereafter.
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when i switched off the PC today,
and moved to the destined vehicle...
to return me back,
to the game i usually play...
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he that rules the world,
knows not the timid, tired world,
he who was betrayed by love,
knows not vengenace, nor remorse...
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All my days, n all my nights,
are lonely without u my heart.
only thou art can come and soothe,
this always so throbbing and cribbing article..
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yesterday when i thought,
things would be so much sweet today.
destiny proved all false,
the quest that i had set forth, just about yesterday.
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he stood on the rock, with the winds...
whishpering the authourities he had gathered.
he was the winner, the king today,
the numerous stuggles that had surmounted day by day.
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growing desires, days falling short,
destructed peace, unblemished soul..
we, we are the living...
liveth a satanically erupted life..
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mysterious path they tread...
they are the invincible.
they leave no corners untouched,
leading the banner of hope.
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he looked out of the ever insomnic eyes...
the one'z who were betrayed by dreams...
maybe reality would be halucination some day,
possible, seemingly untrue..
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seems like a cliched reptition of thoughts,
being penned down to reiterate..
the depth of your solitary self,
unexpressed through the most expressive eyes.
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with the sweet groaning of the mammoth bodies,
morning began its pleasurable phase..
the sun out, from its hideout,
beyond the arid mountains there...
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they'd ask him, what's in a smoke?
burning light, why the pleasure arise?
the answer, unsatisfactory, he'd give..
for what's unanswerable, is unquestionable.
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