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Expected & accepted The life lied And reality distracted Leaving protected Family directed. The plea Staying back rejected Starting new Scared too Stepping steps Other side of doorstep The world waited. I hesitated For the final seeing To start believing To live while dreaming To see twin changing The domicile. Wishes, Lucks, Greetings Maybe self failed to share The ongoing changes. The night most feared Bidding farewell While few smiled The world left behind CRIED - Pushkin Channan

The four walls The loud assault of squalls And those falls She sits back And recalls The first footfall. Been told That's all The nature Served the fall She stood tall No matter how big She made it look small Not acting baby doll!! Missing own The partial thoughts On her first crawls The gradual steps And those minor major walks The life taught The efforts The try  For the wrongs Proven naught. The unusual The irregular. The life renamed Tagged, 'move on'. - Pushkin Channan

 When wanted to fly  As a kite Was rescued by you Dear night. Saw self being grounded For the very first The mob surrounded The eyes, the heart Depicted love The hatred sank At the river's bank. The pair gazed Searched the ones Who raised The childhood days Those unasked praise The never cursed delays The unmasked indentity The fake enmity. Long lost Additional cost The life bossed The game - Fair unfair The life turned from no-where No more try Bid good-byes Until The next hey With promised love  The life got aired right above. - Pushkin Channan

The news happy or sad, confused. the reaction i knew. far & away the distances uncovered I'll fail acknowledging them. the calculations  missed & not corrected imperfections surround me. staying grounded looking high I'll see you vanishing. the airplanes, the airport your crossing boundaries I'll wait for the turn for me to take over to leave you in tears. being on driver's seat getting things done I'll thank the 'Monopoly'. no not heartless just following the footsteps for once I was scared was being done to me. gracefully embraced I'll duplicate the same. - Pushkin Channan

My heart cries Seeing someone abandoning the domicile Chosing the new  Leaving the old The traditions say it all. From a kid to girl And becoming a woman You were told To he happy  At your new abode. Leaving behind the emotions Making it habitual A habitat unusual. Selfish or selfless?? I stood at the receiving end A sister - always the 'Best Friend' Inked pages read. I'm here you promised & said Buying the promise The absenteeism I'd now fail to accept. Unseen unmet The relations  Do they need a sewing thread? Moments to live Memories to cheer The stories made to hear Certified and real Those shed tears...... - Pushkin Channan

 On or Away Searching way Chosen to 'move' You tagged 'on' I said 'away'. The cries Asking to stay Nothing much, these days You say Keeping silent The vocals I fail to manage. As decays the age Eyes wish to see you more often Receive hugs  Those were/will be forbidden. Gift me your illness Maybe it reduces the sickness I'll keep'em as compliments That see no replacement The birthday gifts those'd be permanent. Dearest twin, How do I deceive  The mini heart attacks? Been provided with the news The stories built  When narrated Cease away the peace. - Pushkin Channan

early morning the needles when hit seven you and i get to see us as made in heaven 😂 dearest metro, to catch you  I stand in a long que avoiding rows I wish I could gift you a rose. Each dawn I see you The heart starts pumping faster Looks I'm dating since ever. From childhood to adulthood I've seen you changing colors The constant the seats Those were now home to me. Tired Yes I could rest on shoulder. Memories made Stories baked The night's talk menue  The receipes got cooked at your venue. Thankyou for the selfless love. I couldn't get a better companion And even would fai the crayons To draw us As the world kept moving on... - Pushkin Channan

Dearest Sister, I hope this letter brings out the best in you and the smile, while you read this out, never stops and just keeps multiplying. It's been years now since your last seen. No, I'm not crying neither complaining about your absenteeism. Reason being you have always marked your attendance virtually, socially (your networks). This year, 2020, the plans were different. It was to meet you with surprises. However, in our case the planned things never happen. It's the second year in a row when we have exchanged gifts. And those gifts keep me happy and joyful. So much to tell, so much to hear. We've kept certain secrets for our round of coffee table.  The life's changing and we are the witness. There are constants and that's us. Despite our ups and downs, our fights, we've stood for each other in even the odds. Our love post the fights don't need proofs. And that's somehow rare. I've aged like a dog. With you, without you. I don't know how

The flashbacks The throwbacks The viewed pictures Clicked on my Kodak I asked clock To hold that No waits And I just looked back. It's all black The love lacks The heart shakes The panic attack No jokes cracked And that's perfect For we bounce back intact The kind act The gatherings snapped The dreams dreamt While I napped The questions kept packed Those impacts The life said Be the best Get that in head. To the lost childhood We'll get back on track As those pages read The years to follow A need would arose The forgotten ones will be called for!!!

I feel home even if the night's spent in some lawn when here, i feel home. seeing from a distance the known house's tomb i know I'm home. anything searched i get for sure for me you are my chrome and i feel I'm home. if groan!! i know the shiverings would be heard yes, reason you too are my home. sufferings from relation's syndrome i know the hand would be held making an escape to the safe place the walls which we call home. your rains I love to get drenched in your sun rise I feel the rays and blessed with. the streets are known i could sleep on road and fearing no prey for reason in you i feel my second home. my another abode I felt sailing on the boat. the happiness cause being accepted with the flaws the zero judging the lines those never got drawn. A relation that would last long A home that I know Would happily accept as its own Even on the verge A visit for sure Dear Second Home I heartily Thankyou for all.

The city, Gurgaon, might have changed its name on papers. Officially known as Gurugram now. I still call it with the old name. A thought - why do the names get changed? Who started it? And why the process is being followed? A Daughter leaves her home after the marriage and the name gets changed. And that is awkward. Something that I tag as a stereotype. The answer to which I know I will never be able to get!! Or I will never be convinced with even if someone gives an explanation. Coming back to the point - Gurgaon. As the title says 'The Favorite Corner in The City And yes I too had one. So close enough to my heart that even if asked to arrive in the middle of the night, I without giving a second thought would head towards that place. Coming from the small city I fell in love with this millennium city in no time. Haha!! It is too early to let you know the reason or disclose my favorite place. I hail from a small town, raised up in a middle class family where meeting the needs was m

इस likes and dislikes k time mein  kisi baat krne waale ko dhoond rha Hun. Jo sirf memes na padhe  balki haal chaal Puch le usse dhoondh rha Hun. Main 2020 mein 1920 dhoondh rha Hun.  Main Kal yug k zamaane mein satyug dhoondh rha Hun. Jo mobile pr baat na krke  seedha saamne aake baat kre usse dhoondh rha hun.  Main Samsung aur iPhone k zamaane mein  Nokia operator dhoondh rha hun Jo thank-you na bole in fact gale lga k ehsaas kraye usko dhoond rha hun  Main color k zamaane mein  black and white dhoondh rha hun We will travel by air k zamaane mein 'local se chalein' kehene waale ko dhoond rha hun Main 2020 mein 1920 dhoondh rha Hun. Social Media k zamaane mein Socially gather hone waale ko dhoond rha hun Let's settle abroad k zamaane mein 'I want to work in my country' kehene waale ko dhoond rha hun Main 2020 mein 1920 dhoondh rha Hun. Main English language k zamaane mein 'I prefer to talk in Hindi' kehene waale ko dhoond rha hun. Main expensive shopping k

I left home right after class 12 to pursue my graduation and then my profession. 16 August, 2013 I entered the city of millionaires, Gurgaon. As a kid of a small town from Haryana, I was surprised by the fast paced life of the city people. Those expensive vehicles, the huge mansions and the luxurious streets. What do I do in a city that's completely unknown to me!! A city where I stood at one side of that concrete road and saw the glamour on the opposite side. I understood, the life of a common person is not easy, and in the years it was proven right. Where do I go? Whom do I talk to? Whom do I call my friend?  The situation was like a kid who has entered the hostel for the first time. A complete stranger in the city. Were strangers really a danger? Well, how do you get that tag of a stranger removed if you really want to befriend someone?? Simple - Go and talk. And that I was afraid to do. 'Some great relations in life start with that first word being exchanged more precisel

the life  kept us busy towards end the body got dizzy. the game looked easy though not so the isolations - weren't that pretty. yes I talk silly keeping self occupied while millionaires made money working in own city. the idles sat lazy it was me who waited patiently to meet  to greet to exchange the magical hug to fill the empty mug. they said with a shrug - move asked an identity to prove my entrance - disapproved not mere an onlooker being asked, was something New.

Attaining peace attained piece tranquility ceased across borders; and inside the four wall boundaries. those ceased dreams living in harmony faked perfectly the fear born internally lived life as distorted tree. the euphoric life an illusion the endless strife no lies an urge to fly escaping cries the unheard whines the trust declines in the times the life when rhymes those prolonged strives the failed endless tries I'll die.

The mother asked nature to bless her with a daughter who'd  care. she said as cold as glacier adjustable as water the care taker the survivor the one who'd replicate her the one who'd hug on failure. my oldage, she said she would nurture the best of better during the heaviest thunder she'd provide the best shelter. a baby girl she wished for putting an end to the war to the God she said, I demand nothing more A wish to see before I sleep forever on the floor.

i missed my sleep the dreams that could've been deep i promise to keep the talks that were the need a clean sweep nothing to reap my travel to the hill angled steep a shout too loud; even the deafs heard it in the crowd. the eyes won't allow to see me wearing a shroud the escapes'd be made the stars would begin to fade I'd rest in shade i trust no hates the love would get trade unafraid I rest my case!!

The more i talk less The more i get tensed The less i express I'm scared to confess i held on to the dates not forgetting the mess i create the increased hate that became a mandate. the worn dress of cowardness; me trying show the strength achieved no success. learning to express from no to yes dear self!! you need a bless; that works as a distress. the same old address the reason for my distress to the one who'd accept with all the flaws the love would be priceless.

the voices some heard  some unheard the echoed words ringing chords the noise touching the cliff as sharp as sword they meant a meaning if delivered right they'd add delight. the tall buildings kissing the sky the turned on lights during the night the wee hours' time the late night's fights the lost love all above embraced silence the pair of hands sprinkled diamonds.

I might walk the distance if asked for!! to continue the talks left at the door of our home. travelling cautiously into the next year yes I've mastered the art; of confining the secrets in my heart. when met they'll find way out; and I've no doubt. Several shouts i guess they weren't too loud stood stranded the waits got ended. I left empty handed No, wait I stole a gift of understanding, and I hope that won't be reported. the absenteeism' hours let the love get showered

crafted unwell the unplanned good byes exercising life the night narrated entire span. the bed held the hostage to have last laugh; before being executed. the lovers lying abed the coming griefs, I doubt if they'd accept the opened arms the traded charms fallen apart the closest heart the change be certain putting down the curtain i beg your your pardon for the walks left empty in those old gardens.

i left home and a soul so pure maybe I'll return; to see the painted walls and few new things to be learnt. i hope you stay happy and content lead a life that's inspiring and magnificent. I'll return with some wrinkles on the face the signs of me getting aged with time's grace... the make up works no wonder and you'll see me do surrender and a thought of wonder you might question - how have I've been such a slow runner?? old to enough to recall the childhood days and a shock to see the favorite place being replaced with some new shop's shades. a coffee cup being changed; though the replacement i wish never he attained..."

"from praying for you to missing you yes I've grown up by seeing and not seeing you. the life looks missing when you go down and pale. not been able to share that time dared... fighting the battle alone my heart became stone a large groan that you ignore. you started a new life leaving behind the old and classic where 'I' remain stagnant and 'you' kept changing, the roles.... wish i was a blood relation that could have accepted your absenteeism though not necessary you treat me no less than your real. be back to your place reason!! no one can ever take your place."

being missed. often seen the pictures clicked. and i pick the past year's talk through the message box being little quick before the another played trick. i often fall sick remedy sit in solace talk to stars while driving in that old hatchback car. standing in front divided by the shores those closed doors often knocked. no response - leaving shocked feelings chopped the entrance stopped the self got dropped not been able to walk lifetd up in the air and the birds made to stalk. those empty door bells; you'd wish the absence doesn't talk."

and i miss the wait that diluted the hate repeated mistake of getting stuck at the interstate. the eager wait next to the coffee shop gate the late arrival giving the magical hug and ensuring the survival. the slurp sound from the coffee mug became a lifetime drug. the last winter coffee said sorry for the small days couldn't complete the story!! the goodbyes under the moonlight promising to meet for long the next time. waiting for the Summers the dates and years rolled over spending each day as a layover."

"I made you cry you said my most feared word 'goodbye' during the night my eyes failed to get wiped. i look up into the sky ask the inner self 'why'??? and if i could apologize for my deeds that left you jeopardized i know you'll stand by my 'side' make able to walk with 'pride' i promise to be a good ally for in the past I've failed to 'qualify' - a brother that you dreamt of a brother that you asked for!! someone that you could look for and not to come back and travel to Mars that puts at 'WAR'."

the Summers arrived that added the delight human said yes i am alive a big high five. the clock didn't allow to say goodbye and the toughest years, yes, i survived emotions derived those evenings before the nights; said complete the story before the moonlight. the same table the repeated coffee rounds waiting for the lost character that recently got crowned.... the twinkling stars in the dark sky a notifier to leave before the tears roll down the eyes not leave them abandoned and left to Die..."

and i ended my day with a riddle I landed on the bed of a hospital. the gathered fam's questionnaire my failure to answer those eager ears. their arrival without an invitation a feel of self assassination. the promises of being 'forever' were seemed getting replaced with 'never'. sorry!! those pair of eyes said standing in the corner seeing me being 'laid down' to rest the voice i, too, felt will be missed sorry for the promises I made i knew my missing would be kissed. a final thank to the pair of eyes to make self able to see me for the one last time. wish i could have stayed more wish i could have kept the statement that i swore wish i could have met you before in the world that seemed biting i wish could the existence much more EXCITING.

Dear Ritasha, I hope you are doing well. It's been couple of years since you were last seen. Whenever I look into my Google photos and look at the pictures clicked with you, I feel nostalgic. I feel see how I've grown up. Lol. The first time I saw you in the year 2017, I had an impression of you being from most posh areas of Delhi. Maybe South Delhi!! I don't know why? I was always sacred to speak to you or to approach you. It was just if I had some work I used to come upto you. The reason why I felt that you seemed to be from South Delhi was because of the reason you carried yourself in such a manner. Well, back in 2018 it was first time I saw you in casuals and not in formals. You didn't change. Till the time I actually spoke to you I didn't know that you were a gem. And I was equally surprised to know that you are from Meerut. We haven't spoken a lot ever since we have known each other. Also, I don't know if it's normal or not, I used to think th