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God Is
न छेड़ती तुम मेरे जज्बातों के बादल न मैं अल्फाजों की बारिश करता  Read More...
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जज्बातों के बादल
His presence she sought but In vain, the strings were to be untouched Whilst they shared moments together Her happiness was tinged With regret at this slight for g  Read More...
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Making space for love
Moments gathered and created a passage of time, Winds breathed through the dust at the altars of the past. I stood by the Oracle of Gods in victory and in defeat, Ca  Read More...
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Reincarnation of Love
All my lucid dreams, all my passions, all my imaginations,Whatever stirs this human of my name,All are but ministers of Love,And feed this eternal sacred flame.Often  Read More...
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Ministers of Love
                                God Loves The Benevolent                            Hussain was at his din  Read More...
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GOD LOVES THE BENEVOLENT
“Do you love me?”, he asked, genuflecting in front of her, with a diamond cluster arch ring in a box. December brought with it heavy rains and cold winds; sleet   Read More...
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The Uninterrupted Proposal
If I tell you that I love you I do not mean that I love you to keep you; Though the heart, fond of attachment Does want to do so for a lifetime. If I tell you that  Read More...
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If I Tell You That I Love You
By Somte Ralte in Poetry
I Smiled on seeing your smiling face, Now I smile on remebering your smiling face, Difference now when i smille my eyes filled with tears. -----------Broken Heart---  Read More...
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Broken heart
When I saw u , I was mesmerised. When I see you, I had a crush on you. When you try to hate me, I have reasons to laugh on me. When you smile, I have croquembouche o  Read More...
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When I ! (An Incomplete lovestory)
तुम कहते हो ना कि प्यार नहीं है  परवाह तो है ना फिर चलेगा  मेरी ब  Read More...
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To chalega
By kamayani in Poetry
The crooked branches tell us tales Of scorching heat And windful winter Unyielding trunk and scathed leafs. Willfully pouring over the sense of resistance Sitting un  Read More...
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The grey pallor
Lost in his fragrance, I followed him to the dark. knowing nothing about his intentions, I let him guide me through a path. I felt blind, with nothing but his hear  Read More...
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"Sinner"
To the girl who used to be my best friend The one without whom my life was incomplete, the one who made me forget my worries, the one who taught me to how to enjoy   Read More...
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To the girl who used to be my best friend
By Apoorva Srivastava in Stories
Even today when I see your picture, So this is what comes to mind- How apotropaic was I? That God has blessed me with you and your time. Those moments, that laughter  Read More...
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I was in love, were you?
By mansi in Poetry