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Jab ek zarre ki maujoodgi bhi khayaalon ko khale, Har waqt khaalipan mein guzra waqt hi khanke, Jab hon bheed mein tanha sawaalon ki numaaish, Aur khushi bhi miley toh lage koi saazish... Jab mausam bhi naraazgi jataaye,  Hawaayein yeh hausalon ko udda le jaayein, Jab saamna ho khud se aur rang lage feeka, Aur saaya lage paraaya gairon ka aur khud hi ka... Jab raaton ke andhere bhi Karne lagein samjhaute, Aur chubhne lagein logon ke shabd aur chehre, Ab To lagta Hai jaise yeh 'jab' khatm hi nahin honge, Kisse is veeraane ke hum likhte hi rahenge...   Kya bahaar ki aakhiri ummeed bhi ab mitta dein, Ya khud ke hi aage ab hum sar jhuka dein, Ki haare hausalon sang kab tak badh sakenge, Yeh jhoothi muskuraahat kab Tak saath degi, Ya yeh andhere kabhi ujaalon mein badlenge, Is ummeed par bhi ummeed yeh kab Tak tikegi ?  Medhavi

कुछ ऊलझे हुए हैं धागे,  नफरत के , मोह के , तुमसे ,  गांठ हो तो खोल भी लें ,  ये तो ज़िन्दगी है जो गुज़रती नही ... . . मेधावी  21/08/18

Just a story ... We loved each other. We did. It was all beautiful and rosy in the beginning. Dates, long walks, conversations over coffee, long drives, late night phone calls, early morning excuses to leave home and what not. It felt as if we completed each other. Now after 7-8 years, when I look back and think about it, I still smile but there are things that I'm reminded about that I still haven't forgotten. He was the best thing that ever happened to me but at the same time, the worst too. It took years to understand that sometimes love can be manipulative, manipulative to the extent that it disables your basic sense, instincts and thought process as well. It's funny how he could manipulate me to cut off with all my friends gradually so as to assure that I had nobody to talk to or share with what I was going through.  In this society when you are ambitious, intelligent at the same time a woman as well, there are different kinds of struggles that you go through. My paren