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  Last Birthday Wish " May be I am not the first person to wish you,⁣ But I am the last person to wish you a very happy Birthday"⁣ ⁣ This beautiful lines were spoken by Amandeep Singh, a beautiful writer and a person who inspired me always to write new things.⁣ ⁣ But while listening this tale from Amandeep mouth I never thought that this can become my part too.⁣ ⁣ ⁣ It was my birthday few days ago, but I was not able to celebrate due to Corona's Lockdown.⁣ ⁣ Although my friends tried every single thing to feel me special.⁣ ⁣ It was 12 on clock and suddenly my phone rang with calls with my Birthday wishes to Blessings from my every friends who was there always when my tears off from my eyes.⁣ ⁣ And at most 12:30A.M I was mentioned in numerous Insta stories. ⁣ ⁣ But being honest I was waiting for that single call with whom I can talk whole night. ⁣ I was ready to discuss every single part of my day which I spent without her, I ...

Mid-Night Call! --Aakash Rajput Can you answer me one thing, please? Did you never wished to call that an individual who said you,” I am always there where you smiled or your tears rolled out from your eyes” in that midnight with that rolling tear and recall this promise once again to them and say,” Did you forget that promise you made with me numbers of time?” Trust me at that night, at that midnight your phone even wait, my rings want to crack that silence by your call, and your words can stop my rolling tear by that Mid-Night Call . I know I lost every right to hug you to put my head on your shoulder to hold your hand. But somewhere I still wait that your midnight call can heal my pain in that darkness. No this time not a single talk of love or romance! But let's talk about our internal soul, what they want to what we actually wanted with others to what we give to each other. I want to fall asleep at that very ...

Christmas Wish! --Aakash Rajput Sitting alone, at a bench in Garden, where how much love birds are attending each other, don't know how much everyone will hold each other hand and wishes are going to demands from god. Wishes! A word which makes a 5-year-old child to smile, a teenager to faith, and an old one to love again. The irony is we all know that wish is just nothing but an only faith that demands our mindset to have faith that the thing which we want to happen or not will be granted by God but from inside of our soul maybe we hesitate that the things will be granted or not! 2 years ago, In November there was a Birthday of my classmate. I was supposed to attend and I did that too and the only reason was that his crush was also to be present at his Birthday party. But the most loving part of that Birthday was Cake Cutting ceremony, and when one of my friends shouted from the folk “Make a Wish!”, and he closed his eyes and maybe I know what wish he was go...

Haiwaan! Maa, bheian, Mehbooba fike toh unko bhi hoti hai na unn haiwaan sey, Bacchati bhi khud hai unn haiwaano sey khud ko, Pr bhul kyu jaatey hai ek haiwaan toh unkey ghr main bhi pl rha hai... When I wrote this poem, I got a call from a friend and he was appreciating for this and he asked a question is poem deal with every boys? And my answer was yest!, no matter even I consider myself too. He asked,” Why” and from where my answer began, From the beginning we heard the word RAPE!, But ever anyone told us What is it,really?, from my side we “NO”, your parents never use those type of word in front of you, even its happens very few times that they will suggest that act in indirect words. But this is where we make a wrong decision. So the thing is, where “ Haiwaan” (Monster) refers to a boy means us, no matter it includes me because no body tells a boy what is Rape!, because telling a boy to respect a women, girl etc., but ...

A Midnight Letter! Hello Dear, I don't know that, how to greet you first, with Good Morning, or with a heart full of love for you and can say, “Hey! My Love, a great morning is waiting for you”. I don't talk anything by puzzling you, but I come on a direct point... Look, I know my pocket is truly empty, but the backpack which I have with me always, containing a diary in it. Whenever you Open that diary, you could easily find that I stored lots of words and I swear, that every single letter of a sentence or of the words, will only describe you. That how when you sit just next to me and which makes me the luckiest person of this Universe. When you pass the smile on my poems which insists that how my words became succeed when they touch your heart and everything which of you makes me feel happy, happier, happiest. Look, I know that I can't take you to the costly Candlelight dinner, but I promise every weekend when we tired from our whole week work...

Finding my Stories After meeting you, I want to ask Where I lost myself.... I use to write my own story, About myself, about what I am. But now my pen and my stories become slaves, slaves of your eyes, slaves of your smile, slave of you and all your belongings. When I try to write a story but it becomes poem at the end of your, it like fingers are mine, the pen is mine but, my mind and the control of the pen becomes your.... Somewhere I lost myself, Somewhere I lost my Stories and poems. But you know, My heart and My pen find a different type of satisfaction, by losing myself into you. And I really want to lose my story and become a poem of you. Being a poem, who is beautiful and more beautiful her meaning. My pen, My finger but My Heart and the controls are your. And I am in progress to finding my story but, May be somewhere I founded your poem. I lost My Story.... I lost My Story.... I lost My Story.... I los...