Aise hi kuch kuch - Part 20

A poem entangled in my chest, lines fastened on my lips and words like butterflies won’t sit still on paper.

I sit for so long with your name on this blank paper.

Your name just your name exists; could there be a better poem?

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Look beyond the closed panes,beyond the alcoves

On the green trees, the branches and on the flowers

How silently it rains, ceaselessly

In the midst of all the noise, the people and so many voices

In the depth of my thoughts, at another level somewhere

I imagine you, silently.

- Gulzar 

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