nupur singhal Poems

with the stroke of the midnight,
a new life, a new stride..
a nation was born tender..
a dawn, an awakening to lead, my country INDIA...
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it speaks no words,
yet they fall on the soul..
quietly falls on the heart so heavy,
pain wrapped, the words of silence....
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when i remember you,
which i always do,
some drops shine like pearls,
wait maybe wothless here,
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forgive me my mistakes,
i know not wat made them do..
forgive wat possesses me..
mindless pursuit, certain greivances...
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yeh kiska saya chaaya hai aaj, fariston ka nishan hi nahin..duba hain kis nashe main insaan, key parvanon ka koi jahaan kyon nahin?
kis patjhad ke phool hain yeh? jo girte hain to gire hi hain, kyon rangeeniyan hokar bhi? paiye sabni doori hai...
kiska nishan hai yeh jo..mitakar mitta nahin...pyaar karna chahkar bhi..nafraton ka ghada bharta nahin...
kiski yaad aayi hai aaj? kya pyar ka saya hai yeh? ansoon to beh jaatein hai, to kyon nahin beh jata yeh pyar?
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THE MOMENTS FADE AWAY SOMEWHERE...
SOME DELIGHT HE SEEKS....
WILT HE FIND IT...
NONE...THE WAVES NEVER DOTH REACH THE SKY,
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a touch of her hand,
his heart would give away..
a smile on her face..
the world was a beautifull place..
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silently motioned himself,
admidst the fluttering wilderness..
the moonlight shone..
flooding light, killing darkness..
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remember, the games!
the retarded i'd enact,
ur sweet laughter,
filling in the void thereafter.
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when i switched off the PC today,
and moved to the destined vehicle...
to return me back,
to the game i usually play...
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