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And the river flows, Unstoppable. Unwavering. Undaunted. Carving its way, Through the rough terrain. Making the mighty rocks, Crumble and humble Before the will of it. None can stand, None can challenge this invincible. Yet there stands a man, Fearless. Trying to survive the strongest force. He stands, Throwing pebbles, “An imbecile, are you?” Many mocked. “No one can change the current. No one can challenge its force!”, they remarked. “A fool may be, But

I ran home from college. Moving into a new place, new people but surprisingly having your childhood crush in the same college; a new world and the old unforgettable love. Nothing can be worse than looking your worst on the first day and then running into that one guy who you always dream about and blurting out stupid things in front of him out of nervousness. I looked at myself in the mirror and wished I had done this earlier, what was I thinking when I said that; taking a se

I sit in the gazebo of memories As the emotions meander around. I sit as the reminiscence of my austere self, Makes me covet to travel to the past. I sit in the gazebo of memories As the emotions meander around. I sit as I am reminded by them, How my demeanour has changed, How from a soft-hearted boy, I became an iron-hearted man. I sit in the gazebo of memories As the emotions meander around. I sit in a resolute stoicism, As the waves of time alter the sands of life. I sit,

समय का घर खुला पड़ा था आज, बारजे पर खड़ा कोई झाँक नहीं रहा था, ठण्ड, लगता है, कम गिरी थी दिल्ली में, समय शायद, घर के बाहर निकला था आज| समय के पुराने दोस्तों से पता लगाया, दूरी बोली समय अपने दर्पण की तलाश में है, गति ने कहा समय अपनी गहराई को मापने गया है, अफ़सोस, किसी ने सही-सही जवाब नहीं दिया आज| दूरी बगल आ कर खड़ी हो गयी थी, गति भी घबरा रही थी आज, समय को लेकर दोनों परेशान थे बहुत दिनों से, शायद समय ने उन्हें बताया था कि मैं आने वाला हूँ| यूँही बात करते-करते आंधी उठी आँग