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My love
Wherever
You are
Promise you’ll wait
Promise you will
Permit your heart
Not to lose faith in love
Though
today may
Bores you
do not
Shut  your heart
For sometimes
Love may develop
In a while
Find a soul that can tear down your broken heart, replace it with his own and crawl up in deep as you can and be safe.... this is Love!
°••°••°••°
°•°◇°•°

There are no
Monsters here...

this, the
abandoned
soft, fertile soil,
that was
to feed the
Family Gardens.

No evil creatures, lurking behind
these timid
hurting hearts.

a painful place...
this invasive, pervasive,
clusterfuck
of Us .

Here lay
The raw,
The ragged
mashed up
mis-understandings.
An onslaught
of hurts,
that float and fester
in our cauldron
of tears.

'Canvas of Colors'
tells Our story...
Melding together
The frozen and
unthawed moments of
all the
Precious
Forever
Embraces

There are no Monsters here

We are the tender
beings that continue
to breathe ragged
after the forest fire,
tripping through
Crumbling Ashes
turned wet black.
Dank and slippery.

Yearning to find
strong footing
amongst these
ruins of our
own doing

No evil creatures, lurking behind
these timid
hurting hearts

There are no Monters here
Addiction uprootes and infects
The most loving of families
I am getting dragged
behind you
Just like a rope
Lifeless, hopeless.

The diversion you take,
Me too turn behind,
Dumb, subconscious..
Identityless.

Your destination is in your thoughts,
I just walk behind you,
You walk to achieve something,
I walk behind questioneless..

Or

Is not my destination
my determination..YOU?

Do you realize
I walk behind you?
Can you hear my footsteps..
Dragging with a hush??

But
Why am I
Asking you all this?
Was walking behind you not my own decision?

You are moving for your own resting place,
I was anyways never the whole final destination for you...
Then why should my ubiety in your 'moving life' should have any mention??

I have made you my destiny by choice,
Then
Should my life have any other diversion than yours..??

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Life partner - 2 (Reply)

I could feel you getting dragged behind me,
Your presence completes my existence,
You are walking behind with held breaths,
I move ahead counting your breaths..

I am moving with a great speed,
To wait and rest for few seconds is impossible..
I could hear your heavy weezing,
But to slow down is impossible..

You speak the truth,
You walk behind making me your destiny,
And so I walk on the good road till today,
Thorns will come surely in my path in future,
But I am trying to take bit longer but smooth roads..

Neither animosity nor complains you have for me,
Neither questions nor answers I have for you,
Our life will pass harmoniously this way..
Me ahead and you behind tagging along.

Hold me well with power of your determination,
Give me courage by your silent smiles,
Keep your faith on me always,
You will be given credit for my journey of success,
Hold me strongly on the ground after the success..!!

Sparkle In Wisdom
11/8/2018
#Saw today a loaded truck at traffic light secured with a rope,a portion of the rope has gotten loose and was dragging behind it...

It can be hypothetical talk between truck and rope
Or
A situation where a wife follows a husband,
Or a devoted girl friend Madly in love will tag along her love...
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English translation of my Hindi poem.
Jeevansathi hindi - 1 and 2
जीवनसाथी -1

घिसटती चली जा रही हूँ मैं,
तेरे पीछे
किसी रस्सी की तरह
निरीह, निर्जीव...

तू जिधर मुड़ा
मैं भी हो ली
बिन पहचान
गूंगी, बेजान।

तेरी मंज़िल तू जाने,
मैं जानूँ बस तुझे,
तू चले कुछ हासिल करने
बिन मक़सद चलूँ मैं।

या
मंज़िल ही मेरी
मक़सद ही मेरा
है तू?

अहसास क्या तुझे है
के मैं पीछे चली हूँ?
क्या सुन सकता है तू मेरी
ख़ामोश घिसटती सरसराहट?

पर
क्यूँ पूछ रही हूँ मैं यह सब?
क्या मैं तेरे पीछे ख़ुद नहीं चली हूँ?

तू अपनी मंज़िल की ओर चला था,
मुकम्मल मक़ाम मैं थी ही नहीं तेरा,

फिर मेरे वजूद का
तेरी राह - ए - ज़िंदगी में
ज़िक्र ही क्यों हो?
तुझे मेरी तक़दीर बना दी
मेरे ज़िंदगी में तेरे अलावा
कोई और ही क्यों हो?


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जीवन साथी - 2
*
तेरे होने का एहसास है मुझे,
तेरे होने से है वजूद मेरा,
तू पीछे सांस थामे चल रही है मेरे,
तेरे सांसों को गिन चल रहा हूँ मैं।

रफ़्तार से बढ़ रही है ज़िंदगी मेरी
ठहर के दो घड़ी आराम मुमकिन नहीं,
तेरे सांसों को उखड़ता हुआ सुनता हूं मैं
पर चलते हुए धीरे होना मुमकिन नहीं।

सच कहती है तू
मंज़िल तेरी मुझे बना चल पड़ी है तू
अभी तक पक्की सड़क पे इसीलिए चल रहा हूं मैं,
रास्तों में काँटे आएँगे आगे कभी,
पर कोशिश कर के लंबे पर साफ़ रास्तों से गुज़र रहा हूं मैं।

न कोई गिला न शिकवा तुझे है मुझसे,
न कोई सवाल न जवाब मेरा है तुझसे,
गुज़र जाएगी यूंही, ज़िंदगी तेरी - मेरी,
आगे मैं और पीछे सदा तू रहेगी मेरे,

संभाल के अपनी ताकत से
मुझे हौसला देती रहना
यूंही हँस के ख़ामोश
मुझ पे भरोसा करती रहना,
मेरी सफलता का श्रेय जाएगा तुझे,
तब मेरे पैरों को ज़मीन बनाए रखना तू।



Sparkle In Wisdom
11/8/2018
Saw today a truck filled with goods secured with rope, which has gotten loose and dragging behind it... In hypothetical situation truck and rope are talking and when truck reaches destination they praise the secured rope for the things reaching safely

E same situation can be compared to a wife follows a husband,
Or a devoted girl friend Madly in love will tag along her love...

I also wrote the answer of the make lover... Jeevansathi 2
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Have a English version too... By name

Life Partner 1 and 2
Life is but an unknown road,
No driver can lead you through..

Life is but a unsolved mystery,
No doctor can cure you through..

Life is but an unrecognized destination
No road will lead you through..

Life is but a quest for innovation,
No scientist have perfected it through...

Life is but a tangled puzzle,
No scholar had cracked it through...

Life is a but a set of problem
No solution have ever been deciphered for..

And so we rely on
God...

The Generator, Operator, Destroyer...

Who can
Generate the unknown energies and souls

Who can Operate those souls in machines made by Him..

And

Who can Destroy those machines and reuse His souls...

Me a Believer..!!!

Sparkle In Wisdom
7/8/2018
I write poetry because
I have the need to bring me
To this world
I write poetry because
I have to discover
Who I am
I write poetry because
I want to reconstruct
My body, mind and soul
I write poetry because
I’m trying to find
My way back home
I write poetry because
I know that there is something
Beyond my body that beats
Subtly to come out
Yes I write poetry because
If I did not
I would never know
Who I am
SO I WILL KEEP ON WRITING UNTIL I UNEARTHED WHO I REALLY AM AS A MAN!
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