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  • aaditya 21h

    and as i undressed her, she said, there'd be nothing left but sky.

    ©aaditya

  • aaditya 2d

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    what kind of constellation do you gift a girl with a whole galaxy in her laughter.

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  • aaditya 3d

    Ek-sau solah chaand ki raatein,
    Ek tumhare kaandhe kaa til..
    ~Mera Kuch Samaan

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    Ek raat baith kar wapas lene hain tum se
    Woh jo tumhare peeth ke baaein hisse mein
    Ek chhota saa til hai..
    Mere geeton kaa pehla harf,
    Jo kabhi tumhara tha..
    Meri thandi hatheli,
    Jo tumhari hatheli ko thaam garam ho jaaya karti thi..

    Aisa karo mujh-se meri neendein le kar
    Thode-se apne khwab de dena,
    Aur mere samjhauton ke badle
    Apni thodi-si chalaakiyan tohfe mein dena..

    Jo bandishein lagayi thi,
    Unke badle ab azaadi dena..
    Aur un shaakhon ke patte
    Jo darakht-se gir chuke hain
    Tumhare intezaar mein,
    Unko kisi-ka intizaar naa karne ki
    Hidaayat bhi dena..

    Meri maasumiyat mein chhupi
    Thodi si badmashi bhi tumhare paas reh gayi hai,
    Anginat baatein chahiye, par jaane do
    Badle mein khamoshi mere hisse likh dena..

    Mujhe tumhara naam chahiye mere naam ke saath
    Khair chhodo,
    Is janam mein woh hissa adhoora chhod dena..

    ©aaditya

  • aaditya 4d

    she's monsoon's first rainfall.
    like a book written in an ancient language. like a memoir that connects the first civilisation to modern world.
    like a song written on the dead autumn leaves.

    and sometimes she's an entire poem, breathing in one single line.

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  • aaditya 1w

    i love you
    like a blind man
    loves a woman he never saw,
    just touches her
    like a braille,
    to keep memories of.

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  • aaditya 2w

    i sit with my diary
    i close my eyes,
    i imagine your face
    but watch pretty lies.

    every words you said
    every dream we made,
    every path we travelled
    now slowly they fade.

    but in my eyes
    you will still see,
    how your love reflects
    in any words you read.

    how your kisses are mixed
    with blood in my veins,
    these infinite of words still
    can't write what i mean.

    and now i am stuck
    writing songs in the dark,
    no violin, no piano
    just beat of your heart.

    and when all these songs
    slowly come to an end,
    i will rewind them to listen
    on the line you left, again.

    ©aaditya

  • aaditya 2w

    Faza: Ambience
    Kahkashan: Galaxy
    Tishnagi: Thirst
    Bad-maza: Bad taste
    Qafas: Cage
    Azaab: Agony
    Mustaqil: Permanent
    Wasl: Companionship

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    Naa be-wajah kaa ishq tha,
    Naa be-wajah ki dosti
    Woh baat muddaton ki hai,
    Lage magar nayi-nayi..

    Woh chaand kaa thi aaina
    Woh garmiyon ki shaam si,
    Faza thi uske husn mein
    Par dekhne mein aam-si..

    Saath ho woh agar
    Toh kahkashan-sa ghar lage,
    Thaam le jo haath woh
    Jannat-si rahguzar lage..

    Subah-sham saath ho
    Kuch yun phir bhi tishnagi,
    Bad-maza lage sukhan
    Ho be-wajah si zindagi..

    Naa aashiqui thi jism ki
    Ki ishq qafas mein rahe,
    Umra-bhar kaa saath ho
    Azaab mein hawas rahe..

    Kuch reshami-si dor hai
    Par muamlat-e-ishq ki,
    Saath mustaqil rahe
    Rahe magar shikastagi..

    So apni kahi baat pe
    Woh iss tarah badal gaya,
    Woh apni gali mud gayi
    Main apni raah chal dia..

    Mohabbaton ki dastaan
    Ab mujh-se yun gila karein,
    Ki wasl kaa ab zikra bhi
    Bewajah haya kare..

    Mujhe wafa se bair hai
    Yeh baat aaj ki nahin,
    Par ab bhi uska zikra yun
    Mere khwab mein kabhi-kabhi.

    ©aaditya

  • aaditya 2w

    i burned the pages we were together and you still appeared written in .

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  • aaditya 2w

    Tum bhooli ghazal se ho,
    Jiske lafz nahi par dhun yaad hain..

    ©aaditya

  • aaditya 3w

    how else
    can we
    give
    our heart
    but in
    poetries.

    ©aaditya