Tag: #September
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A Lunatic Hit by a Car
In the pool of blood lies the Finger—decapitated and snatched From its owner’s hand. Whose finger was that? Every one knew nothing of the man; Every one knows something of the man. Lonely and singular finger was thumb; The nail of whose has been uprooted And now there a fly flies Shading its hazed shadow…
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Basking in the Sun
There was a time, when the sun used to peeped through the clouds in a monsoon morning or when the morning was late and lazy and study books closed, I used to lie down where the pencils of the rays used to draw their lines– it might be the edge of the bed or the…
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Tu Kaun Hai
tu kaun hai? yeh rooh, yeh jism, yeh saansein tu hi haina ya phir koi aur hai… uthe ek kadam toh aur ek kadam- intezaar mein rahe tha hain take pehla walaka parchai use chu na sake… tu kaun hai? yeh haasi, yeh muskurahat, yes ansu tu hi to hai na- yeah phir naqaab, ek…
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