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कुछ ऐसा लगा जैसे मरहम रख दिया गया हो 

उस बहते नासूर पे , जो था बह रहा मुद्दतों से 

और डूबने लगे हम गहराइयों में 

उस अहसास की, जो था दफ़न कहीं 

चल पड़ा तूफ़ान उन ज़ज्बातों का 

अपनी उन मंजिलों की ओर 

जहाँ होना था उसे फ़ना 

बाँहों में किनारों के....

55 Fiction : Importance..

"No", he said on phone while typing something on computer

"Why not, this hour of the day you might not be doing something that important", She demanded undivided attention

"It is about how important are you and not this work", his words fell on her ear like lightening,

Searching...

In the clouds changing their form
and shades & hue created by sun

In the music hummed by trees & plants
and shadows made by everything around

In every pair of eyes and every smile
and freshness of grass

In my own eyes every morning
and every face I saw

My eyes were searching...
....................... searching for her