And the life goes on
without that piece of heart
I stalk every dawn
solving puzzles of the past

Fear is still inside
for not you but for your memories
what if they too died
where will I find the remedies

so what if we are not together anymore
I breathe your aroma on places we went
Sitting alone, our memories I adore
on that cafe with books, coffees and your scent

Eating the last bite is difficult
your hand is not there to feed on
Troubled me with heart crippled
but the life goes on 

and the life goes on..

By Abhishek Dudeja

Recently noticed that I miss her in every beat of my heart and in every breath I take. Time passes but freezes on her memory. I remember each and every moment of our last meet. She sitting on that high back chair in the cafe and mocking me while sipping some green apple drink.

I feel her all around me, on every step on a stair I feel her feet next to mine and on every turn of stair her lips. In the mirror, she stands parallel to me, smiling sometimes, sometimes just happy inside.

I don't call her now a days and let her be in her fairy world but I feel her present. I feel when she is cheerful and when the drop comes from her eyes. She shares my heart and own the most part of it. The picture of her sticking on my almirah with a fridge magnet keep reminding me the old her. I miss the old her and I am sure she misses that too.

I believe the phone will ring again with her ringtone and I will hear that name again, the name she used to call me and we take another trip down the stairs.

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Her sensual voice woke me up teasing and giving me chills. She singing the song

“Kya dekhte ho”

“Kya chahte ho”

and me madly forgetting the lyrics trying to complete it and then her angry looks. 

Every love story has those heart touching songs and this was our song. We used to sing together and have our small romantic moments:

“Kya dekhte ho”

“Surat tumhari”

“Kya chahte ho”

“Chahat tumhari”

“Na jo mai Kehdu”

“Kehna sakogi”

“Lagti nahi neeyat theek tumhari”

and we used to laugh together after this. 

She never liked me as a singer and I reluctantly agreed that she sings better than me because I wanted this everyday. Who in this world wouldn’t like to wake like that? 

and what about the rest of the days when she gets me a bedside tea (which she hated) and trying to wake me up, holding my hand carefully, very carefully, slightly bending over the sleepy me and putting my fingers in that very cup. 

“Aaaahhhhhh” the screaming me

and with the devil smile she singing 

“Kya dekhte ho...”

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29th April, 2018

After 2 months I called her from a VOIP number today not to talk but to listen to her voice making sure that she is alive and doing well. I never heard her saying hello deeply. I could even hear the breathing she was taking between repeating just hello. I was hoping she might recognise this and will call me with the name she used to. I even thought she might call me on my real number but none of that happened. I couldn’t tell her although the 500 days have past I still think of her in every breath I take. I being silent on the phone remained silent in her life.

to be continued..

Salty droplets by Abhishek Dudeja 

Salty droplets came again 

In the crowd heard your name

Heart shrank and bursted high

I can never ask you why?

Some questions remain unsolved

Just like your natural curls

Pictures of us I saw yesterday

One year has passed away 

Last picture was so deep

Weird was face and so was cheek

I could see your screaming eyes

For you time too was not so nice

I am tired but not my hope

An year and 10 days on top

For old memories sake

Mind is planning your birthday cake

Your fading voice leaving my place

Want to finish this endless chase

Meeting different you is I fear

Uncertain future so is the tear

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Jungles, seas, mountains, sky 

Oh my angel where did you fly

Leaving behind the story incomplete 
My heart has forgot its rhythmic beat 

Days are dark and nights with nightmares

Searching around here and there

Just your fragrance in my soul

Piece of heart someone stole

Are you with him sitting so high?

Flapping wings in the sky

Assigned duty considering me brave

With flowers decorating your grave

Still talking endless souls

Planting kisses on your moles

I can still feel your pinches

The distance is just 20 inches

I am sitting right next to you

Are you listening concrete through?

Freezing nights seeing owls 

Morning I saw two walking souls

Silent you and a happy me

Stone body sitting free

Hand held so tight leaving never

Dead but we lived forever

Being a queen

Turning stranger

Faded memories

And then she died

-Abhishek Dudeja

Start of college

A confusion grew

The girl I liked

Was similar to you

Partially saw her in a bus

Sitting idly

Her hair her face

Like Ginny Weasley

Barely speaking

And so calm

spelled Accio

The summoning charm

Struggling to see

Her face

Destination came

End was the race

Later the week

I saw you

That partial face

Resembled you

We laughed we loved

Enjoyed and went insane

That’s how

Our story began

-Abhishek Dudeja

Darkness around

the land is dry,

Rainbow lights head above

and its raining in the sky.

Reasons to be happy all around

as if I won the race,

soul is weeping deep inside

and that made upset dulled face.

Fresh petals, blooming fragrance

in my hand holding the rose,

red hands liquid draining

thorns bit them so close

Right now feeling like

I am king of the world

imprisoned inside in the coffer

tied with gold and is furled

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I can’t rush it like a rider spurring his horse

It comes when it wills

I keep waiting and capturing it when it does

Like a rare cloud showering over the endless desert

I try to collect the rain water in the roof

of my house in the wasteland

It has no pity nor love

It wanders bondfree and lustfree

I can’t attract it with tears or sighs

Stop chasing it when I do

It teases with fresh drops

It refreshes my soul

and out come the words

out comes the destiny

-Eternity

BY NISTHA

 

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It is a tale

of the curvy lane

It is a tale about

That Kiss in the Rain

We were walking 

around a bay.

Crispy talking

and the weather was grey.

That place had a beautiful sight

as God was the composer.

Flashes flashes thundering lights

that made her closer.

Birds were going back to home

as the winds were swinging.

Just we two were left alone

and on tree, a Koel was singing

Suddenly She stopped at a point

knotting hairs which were flying

With no air we made a joint

and we looked into each others eyes

Then I lifted her on toes

locked my hands & made a chain

Met our lips in a motion slow

and this was that Kiss in the Rain.

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"Kora hai Kagaz

Kashti bani hai

Likhdo har baat

jo dil main adi hai"

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Lying Naked

On the Bed of Clouds

Angel in a side

and Making Love

Excitement in that Kiss

the Thirsty Lips

The Point where

Two oceans meet

Touching the soul

with Pain and Pleasure

like Walking on the Mountains

with Ambition and Tiredness

At last of the Game

Yours shinning Face

and an Another Curve on it

is Refreshment after the Rain

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हाँ  खिलवाड़ खुद रोज़ मै अपने साथ करता हूँ ,

तेरी याद में तड़पता दिन रात आहें भरता हूँ ।

हर बार कोशिश करता हूँ तूं दिल से निकल जाए ,

पर फिर मर कर तुझी से प्यार करता हूँ ।

हाँ  खिलवाड़ खुद रोज़ मै अपने साथ करता हूँ ।।

"चिराग "  रहता है ग़मगीन मुस्कुराहटो के तले ,

तेरी यादों से मुलाकातें शरे  आम करता हूँ ।

टूट जाता हूँ याद  कर बेवफाई तेरी,

वफ़ा फिर भी हर पल तेरे साथ करता हूँ ।

हाँ  खिलवाड़ खुद रोज़ मै अपने साथ करता हूँ ।।

तूँ  कहती है मेरे गीतों में है बस उदासी छिपी ,

अरे मैं तो दर्द-ए दिल अपना बयाँ करता हूँ ।

मेरे रब से मुझे मिलाने की,

तेरे रब को हर पल अर्ज़ियाँ करता हूँ  ।

हाँ  खिलवाड़ खुद रोज़ मै अपने साथ करता हूँ ।।

आ मिल जा बस आ मिल जा तूँ ,

साँस  साँस में यही दुआ करता हूँ ।

सब कुछ बाकी ,हो गया बेमतलब,

बस तेरे लिए ही जीता मरता हूँ ।

यही खिलवाड़ खुद रोज़ मै अपने साथ करता हूँ ,

बेइंतहा तुझ से प्यार करता हूँ ।।

हाँ  खिलवाड़ खुद रोज़ मै अपने साथ करता हूँ ।।

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That was the second time I drank beer. I was upset and cursing myself for all what I had done for her. I was angry at myself. I even cried. It was almost one year since we met. I didn't give up any chance of understanding her. She too understood me but was not taking my feelings seriously. But on the other side I was melting and burning in her love. Finally I decided to not to talk with her ever. I went to Suresh and told him all about what happened. Suresh was the person who always supported me timely and encouraged my faith in love. When I told him everything even he advised me to leave her. My mind took his advice seriously but heart was in pain. Suresh was an occasional drinker. I told him I want to drink so that my soul get relaxed. That soul who always hated drinkers. We bought two bottles of beer with chips and sat inside Suresh's room. He played soft music on his speakers. The light was dim. He made all the environment set. After drinking I headed toward my room. He followed me saying I would fall down. He dropped me to my room and again I started to open my broken heart's pieces and told him my decision. He understood my situation completely and forced me to make the last call. I called but nobody answered. Suresh went to his room. I was alone and in some effect of beer. I tried again because I badly wanted to hear her voice. This time she picked up.
" Hi"
"Hey"
"You didn't called me from the whole day. what happened??? Everything alright???"
She didn't know what she has done to me. Her last words again came in my head and a wave of pain striked into it. So I started directly.
"This is the last time I am asking you and I won't be there in your life more to ask you again"
After this  told her everything, every moment we had spent together and my efforts behind those moments to make them special ones. I started from the first day and ended at the last talk we had.
She was silent, just listening to me.
" Either you will be mine or I will be gone from your life forever and today forever means forever"
" I will think over it. I need time"
" I can't give you months or years like I had given you before. Tell me now"
" OK I will tell you tomorrow"
" I will call you in the morning, bye"
That night I didn't wished her good night. That was the first time in  nine months...

               to be continued....

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Tanhaai... Tanhaai.. Tanhaai.. 

Aaj fir teri yaad aayi.. 

Barso se pyasa hu tere pyar ka, 

Ab tak sirf dard hi saha hai inteezaar ka.. 

Ha thodi khushi bhi thi sang aayi.. 

Par fir reh gayi Tanhai, sirf Tanhai.. 

Aaj fir teri yaad aayi.. 

Aaj fir teri yaad aayi.. 

Na jaane mai kis disha me jar ha hu.. 

Har jagah manzil tujhe bna rha hu.. 

Bas ik tera saath hi chaah rha hu.. 

Isi chaah si hai maine kamaai.. 

Ye tanhaai.. 

Aaj fir teri yaad aayi.. 

Aaj fir teri yaad aayi.. 

Bada ajab sa kissa yaha chal rha hai, 

Is daur me ho kar bhi “CHIRAG” ab tak jal rha hai.. 

So baar samjhaya, par dil ko samajh fir na aai.. 

Rota hai , Bikharta hai fir dua karta hai.. 

Aur milti hai bas.. 

Tanhaai.. Tanhaai.. Tanhaai... 

Aaj fir teri yaad aayi.. 

Aaj fir teri yaad aayi.. 

Dil bhar gaya itna ,

ki aaj aankh chhalak aayi.. 

Nam aankho me.. Bas teri hi thi parchaayi.. 

Aur saath judi thi.. 

Tanhaai... Tanhaai.. Tanhaai... 

Aakhir Kyu teri yaad aai..?!! 

BY Himanshu Grover

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If I am dying tomorrow

I want it to be in your arms

Looking in your eyes

Painless and calm

If God is calling me

I will move with no hesitation

No dreams no wishes

As I am holding my world, his creation

If he will give me the hell

I will not object

I just found my heaven

I don’t care about the rest

I will be above the clouds

And my love will be with you, I swear

If you ever cry

I will take a rebirth to wipe your tears

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We get hurt , when we expect. Expectation is the main cause for broken heart. The love and care we give to special ones are expected to come with an  interest. Expectations are the producers of tears. Its being said "Don't expect, Just give". But don't we have the right to be loved as we love them ? Not equal but at least some. I don't know why people ignore those who care them and care who doesn't even think about them. This whole thing is going in the chain. The first person loves second who don't even give him a damn  the second loves third who loves forth and go on... So what should we do to break this chain ? We have an option, everybody has an option i.e. to love the person who loves us and this is how love stories are made. So "Have expectations, Its your right but from the person who deserves you and values your love"

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I miss that beautiful face..
Attractive charming I love to chase...
I miss that loud grin..
Settled happily on that cute chin...
I miss those deep little eyes..
Telling stories but never lies...
I miss those very slow walks..
Never ending late night talks...
I miss those sweet scoldings..
Waking you up to say good morning...
I miss giving you chocolates..
Which u always hesitated to take...
I miss that watch from balcony..
Distance too far which looked so funny...
Moments with you I wanted to freeze..
Every second they give me a tease..
Don't dare to cry the sweetest candy...
My heart behaves new york your tears like sandy...
God is with you so, bad time he will drain...
I am missing you so much like deserts miss rain...

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