I adore the way

Quire

Over the imbisile moot due to the debatable life travelling by yourself in pursuit of desire you want to be fulfilled but feel unworthy to try we spend our lives in pursuit of something we desire rather believing in someone who's there to help us get over the quire.

The good old days..

Siting their ideal with a laptop on my lap, reminiscing the days we had The morning chirping of birds, the fresh air and green field in the suburbs The morning prayers in temples and mosques, the silent environment of the church Far away from technology and the modern world we used to fight just to play the same game every day, yet never get bored.. The golden fields in winter, and the greenery around in others The respect youngster had for their elders, The days we spent then, I would be thrilled to relive again The good old days...

समय का खेल

सर उठा कर जी सके वो इतनी मेहनत कर रहा आसमान की बुलंदियों को चूम कर भी ना थका एक पल को नजर जो फेरी धरती की ओर वो फिसल गया जान लगा दी समय गंवाया सन्तुष तो वो हो ना सका खुशी के इतने समीप होकर भी उस ओर वो कभी गया नहीं मृत्यु के जब समिप पोहचा तो अफसोस के अलावा कुछ ना मीला जीने की उम्मीद मैं बैठा जब कुछभी बसमे रहा नही |

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