रहे देखने The setting sun have stories to tell. The retreating rays narrate the tale of a life half lived, the tears half shed , all the half smiles and the empty lives. As they retreat, the black curtain is pulled down. Slowly and steadily, the final words are pronounced, all the material things are … Continue reading आख़री सूरज- सफ़र Part III (The Ending)
Don't paint flowers on a broken canvas, no matter how beautifully you colour, the picture shall always be imperfect.. The smiles of the flowers will be tainted by the scarred canvas.Don't try to mend broken relationships or reconcile broken friendships. Some flowers blossom in spring, some in autumn but they all have to pass through … Continue reading The Broken Canvas : On Moving On
To the songs we forgot to sing, to the conversations we could not make... Some flowers should have never blossomed,The memory of their fragrance makes your heart bleed. They smile in the broad daylight , … Continue reading Dusk
A call to the departed. You've moved away but the memories are still alive. Pain feels beautiful when it wears the veil of memories, this one is for the ones who are never coming back. I shall wait for the knock on the door. The lamp will be lit by the fire of longing. It will … Continue reading Knock on the Door
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