Autumn ‘o’ Autumn

Autumn 'o' Autumn Did you hear her whisper? Her voice lingers around like your golden breeze, and her fragrance floats through the morning mist ... awakening the weary night traveler I watch her as she goes around doing her chores through the day, singing and singing melodies of old lovers tales. Not a moment passes...

कुछ अनकही सी ज़िन्दगी

आँखों की चमक में छिपा एक सैलाब है, तुम्हारी तो हँसी में भी एक इंकलाब हैं, रात ग़मों की स्याही से और गहराई उसके मंसूबों को नाकाम करती तुम्हारी मुस्कान - एक पोशीदा नक़ाब है...

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Digitally Lone

The world is connected like never before and yet we are more lonely than ever... Voices all across just construe to noise. We live all alone.