बात (मुक्तक)
भीड़ में शब्दों की देखो, भाव होते बेअसर
बोलते है खूब, कोई सार उसमे है नहीं
शोर हो जब ढोल का तो, बांसुरी खोती असर
-विनिता सुराना 'किरण'
The Unsent Letter
Meeting you was a gift from time ! Yes it was destiny, which brought us together But had time not favoured us, We might have lost the connection... This friendship had never even began its journey, The special bonding we built unknowingly, Would never have been founded, We could have never known The comfort which seeped slowly between us, So much so that distances never mattered after that. The instant my phone beeped or rang, You were there beside me, as if a soul hotline connected us instantly, One which our minds created But our hearts generated. Then one day we decided to meet... You seemed very excited So was I, yet there was something different Deep down in my being, I felt as if this was not something new, As if i was reliving a scene, Already shot before and saved ! We had been together before, In a single frame, More than once As if a song picturized with a single still photograph on the screen... May be it was a memory of some distant dream, dista...
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