Anjaan si khushi, behti hui kabhi, sahil pe mil jaati hai.
Yeh anjaana sa darr, ajnabi hai magar
Khubsoorat hai jee lene de."
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Each step forward,
Two back.
Happiness, joy, smiles, giggles;
Confusion, nerves, fear;
Fullness and loneliness.
Walks in solitude,
a breath of fresh air,
the mind comes back to its motley mess.
An hour on the ledge, late at night,
peaceful, quiet, still.
The room as restless, as cluttered as I left it.
The wind, dragonflies and over grown grass,
tempting, alluring, hypnotic.
New memories in old places,
replacing another time, another day long past.
New conversations in place of old ones,
new meanings & new words;
but the same skip of beats.
The sun streams in, bands of light,
the air seems clear.
But it only seems.
The clouds are not far away,
altercation between light and shadow,
changing swiftly, seamlessly.
"Standing in motion",
anticipation brings joy,
the wait is itself so beautiful
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