Monday, November 12, 2007

I smoked ."no smoking"

When the nights got stormy,
dictionary over my table wobbled,
I peeped through it ,
for appropriate words..
alas ,have not got them yet.

I stumbled over text and pages,
pondered of joy and rages,
the fags and smoke are left,
my thirst is yet to quench..

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तुम्हारे दीदार से मुक़म्मल होती थी वो कवितायेँ  जो आज कल अधूरी-अधूरी ही ख़त्म हो जाती हैं.