प्रिय पाठकों, नमस्कार, ये कविता पहली मेहंदी के पहले प्यार की भावना से बनी है | DEAR Readers, hello. This poem was made with the endearment over the first use of mehendi.
Strands of mind intertwined through time, By the long and lovely years we spent. Together are our hearts, actions and intentions Even if we lie miles apart in lament. No pain of mine hurts you any less Than any wound of yours, It has grown over time, a love like a crime Making every moment of wait harder to ensure. The bed of sleep, where desires grip Now a dream of darkness & hunger, Never thought of a day, where you come to play With my hidden, fragile, wonder. A game of hide & seek, where ecstasy weeps And the promises you lovingly keep. Provoking my madness to ruminate further, Where our control threatens to slip. Yet we knowingly walk the tight rope of affection Relishing the challenge of the heat, Where none of us knows the end or the shore Just choosing each other in a heartbeat.
Oh sweetheart, it's been a long time How come you showed up out of blue today? You are lashing out to me fiercely Creating a fire that burns my heart to ashes, I hear your eloquent words that jab me hard Repeating the past, reopening the memories. Do you really think I do everything for you? Maybe yes, maybe no, but you are in my thoughts, The beginning of my emotions that starts from your name Flowing like a river larger than Amazon, Always giving you my finest creations Because for me you deserve nothing less. You say that you still haven't forgiven me But why your eyes soften on me? Letting me hold your hands tight, Asking me to sit right beside you. Coming so close only to say you are going too far, Oh dear, do you know that you are such a tease?
कहीं आग में जलते को बारिस की नमी मिल जाए रेगिस्तान के प्यासे को नहर का नीर मिल जाए, सागर में डूबते को जहाज़ का सहारा मिल जाए और इस मुरझाते जहाँ में मुझे तु मिल जाए, गुल खिलते होंगे बाग में, मेरे दिल में शोले खेलते थे | तूने उन शोलों का दीपक सजाया मेरे हर अंधेरी रात को तूने दिवाली बनाया, मेरे हर ज़ख्म का मरहम बना तु, हर बदसूरती का आशिक बना तु अगर इस जिंदगी को क़ुदरत बेघर कर जाए, तो इस रूह की आख़िरी पनाह बना तु |
प्रिय पाठकों, नमस्कार, ये कविता पहली मेहंदी के पहले प्यार की भावना से बनी है | DEAR Readers, hello. This poem was made with the endearment over the first use of mehendi.
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