Ringtone..

Few?

My pages..

Few,

Of yours..

We filled,

everyday..

Blank,

Has been..

Since..

This book,

Takes,

Two Authors..

Us..

Fights, yes..

But a day,

Not without,

knowing..

Distance,

But known..

Unlike..

Wish,

I just..

Could tell..

And ask..

To fill..

Worried,

Like always..

With reduced,

Just the sight..

But,

Who'll convey..

Waiting,

For that,

Same…

--

Today..

Why,

Am I,

Worried..

I know not..

In silence,

I pray,

For them…

--

What If..

Two,

Minutes,

Alive…

For,

Another,

Life…

Listen,

This,

Once…

--

Far, Yet Are We?

Pain,

Reduces not,

When shared..

Tears,

Dry not,

If tried..

Emotions,

Are real and..

So, are people..

Dreams..

Who,

Will tell,

If we're fine..

If not us..

If not,

In 'we',

then too 'we' ..

are still we..

Us..

--

Just Once..

Break,

This Wall..

Bring Back,

This Life…

--

My Pilgrimage..

I've met

God..

I said..

Where,

They asked,

As I said..

Behind,

Eyelids, Today..

Every Year,

I said..

Was joking,

They thought..

While my eyes,

I closed..

I've met,

My God..

I said..

And Wished..

Hajj,

Shayad..

Yehi Hai..

--

Made Another, In Silence..

How I Wish,

To Wish,

For Once.. 

Which,

God Would

Tell, I Should.. 

Please..

Answer..

One Prayer..

One Wish..

--

That Name..

Called,

A name..

In sleep..

Today…

Later..

Was told..

I know,

Not what..

And why..

But for..

Good..

I pray..

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