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)
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The Cloudy Sky
Oh cloudy sky, how many storms do you hold in your bosom ? What unrest do you stoically hold? How many slurs shall you continue to endure? You grow grim, you grow dark, my overcast sky, what burden do you hold? Mortals keep wishing for a sunny day or a starry night, disregarding the great griefs that you keep building.