Because words don't speak, does not mean we don't feel...
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अमलतास का गीत
वो अमलतास देखते हो? वो ना झूम कर बांहे फैलाये हवाओं की हथेलियों पर सूरज की छननी से ढ़ांप कर एक गीत भेजता है हर सुबह मेरी ओर. पर वो ग...
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Someone is trapped in my body. Or I am trapped in a body. This Someone, trapped in, keeps growing new wings every secret flash. And when I a... -
Scream. Cry, Cry my body out. Cry Cry Cry. And all the things that would cremate my mourning. And all the things that would cremate my bonda...
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SHE and I sit exploring the worlds trapped inside us. Our paintbrushes become our limbs and we sit in silence, painting our inner w...
Dear Balpreet,
ReplyDeleteYour profile on this blog begins with "Let my words begin to make noise or bring on the quiet". You have chosen to speak out of the silences hidden inside. Why to change choices mid way? If your words don't speak, how idiots like me would read you and read myself? and how would survival would get a meaning?