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Fallen traps

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Twenty two months...since I know her... a woman who became more than a friend to me. We met through a social site...where she posted some of her pics. The more I scrolled her profile...the more I got interested in her. At first...it was just out of curiosity... a new prey she was to me...and I wanted to trap her without any failure.This is the advantage of social sites...the victim never knows ...which information has led to her fall... there are clever ways to know how to go into that... likes ... books ... movies ... groups ... places visited ...things liked which fall in a particular emotion...like sad songs, etc.
I had mastered this art since the beginning days of Facebook. And if you take my advice...stalking someone quietly is more advantageous than blowing the trumpet by liking their posts or commenting continuously. But sometimes the predator becomes the prey itself.
But my case is different. It all started with a friend request....loz... sounds the title of Ravinder Singh&#…

What if I never get over you...

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What if I never get over you...






Love is as confusing as hating.... both consume enormous energy . The only thing that differs is the way we express them. After believing for a lifetime that a person can get over someone by hating, I understood that it's never possible.  Even though we move on... we move away from that love, we want to forget, we want never to go through the same again... But ... that person still holds the very spot in our heart, eventhough we ignore... looking through them like they dont exist but the truth is, love cannot be taken back... you cannot unlove them. Hating them is just a mask we put over our own emotions. A mechanism to cope up, to prevent from drowning in that sad wave that we are not with them... What if I dont get closure? There are no closures in love, only divorces in marriages but never closures. There is nothing called closures because we never agree on loving someone for a while... hearts dont work that way.  What if I never get over you? I…

That night...

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That night when you appeared; broken! Torn at the window of my room,
The melody you played; weeped. On the strings of the harp.
That night when I touched, Your heart that oozed blood.
That night, when you hugged me tight, Hiding away your tears; unripe.
As you teach me each night, To play the strings of harp right.
The only melody you taught me, Was of broken hearts and lives.
That night when you sung, For your beloved outside.
Looking at the stars you recited her name, Like an unfulfilled wish to the stars.
As you wrapped your wings around yourself, Embracing her as if a dream stands in eyes.
I wished you had loved me the same As you thought of your Aphrodite.
But I knew I cannot love an angel A forbidden thing it is to the mankind
But I have fallen for you it seems... A broken shattered heart; You.
Now I look at the harp untouched, May be you have forgotten about Us.
I play the saddest melody, Holding my tears for eternity.
Trembled my heart as it felt your brokenness, Like it shat…

घर वापसी (भाग -१० और...ज़िन्दगी चलती रही )

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भाग- १ यहाँ पढ़ें https://www.loverhyme.com/2018/05/blog-post_99.html 
भाग -२ यहां पढ़ें https://www.loverhyme.com/2018/05/blog-post_25.html
भाग ३ यहां पढ़ें https://www.loverhyme.com/2018/05/blog-post_72.html
भाग ४ यहाँ पढ़ें https://www.loverhyme.com/2018/05/blog-post_27.html
भाग ५ यहां पढ़ें https://www.loverhyme.com/2018/06/blog-post_13.html
भाग ६ यहां पढ़ें https://www.loverhyme.com/2018/07/blog-post_5.html
भाग ७ यहां पढ़ें https://www.loverhyme.com/2018/10/blog-post.html
भाग ८ यहां पढें https://www.loverhyme.com/2018/11/blog-post.html
भाग ९ यहां पढ़ें https://www.loverhyme.com/2019/01/blog-post.html








घर वापसी (भाग -१०  और...ज़िन्दगी चलती रही )



मैं बीच सड़क चली जा रही थी... सामने से आती हुई कार, बस...मुझे कुछ नज़र नहीं आया।
सब कुछ तो पहले ही लुट चूका था मेरा। वापसी की आस भी अब ख़तम हो चुकी... अब किधर जाऊ ? अम्माजी के यहाँ वापसी का मतलब उन भूखे भेड़ियों का फिर शिकार बन जाऊँ ।  घर बचा ही कहाँ..... मायेका तो शादी पे ही पराया हो गया और ससुराल.... वो तो अब किसी और के हिस्से चला गया।

"पागल ह…

घर-वापसी (भाग - ९ औरत या खिलौना ?)

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भाग- १ यहाँ पढ़ें https://www.loverhyme.com/2018/05/blog-post_99.html 
भाग -२ यहां पढ़ें https://www.loverhyme.com/2018/05/blog-post_25.html
भाग ३ यहां पढ़ें https://www.loverhyme.com/2018/05/blog-post_72.html
भाग ४ यहाँ पढ़ें https://www.loverhyme.com/2018/05/blog-post_27.html
भाग ५ यहां पढ़ें https://www.loverhyme.com/2018/06/blog-post_13.html
भाग ६ यहां पढ़ें https://www.loverhyme.com/2018/07/blog-post_5.html
भाग ७ यहां पढ़ें https://www.loverhyme.com/2018/10/blog-post.html
भाग ८ यहां पढें https://www.loverhyme.com/2018/11/blog-post.html



घर-वापसी  (भाग - ९ औरत या खिलौना ?)










घर आज भी वैसा ही लग रह बाहर से.... जैसा ३ साल पहले था ...



गेट  के अंदर वक़्त जैसे उस खुशनुमा मौसम को रोके रखे हुए था , मेरे लगाए हुए गुलाब खिल चुके थे।  उगी हुई घास वैसी ही हरी, जैसी की मेरे वहाँ रहने पर थी....



आँगन में झूला हवा के साथ हिल रहा था, मेरा बेटा अब भी उसी में झूलता होगा। गेट के दाहिने ओर पट्टी पे लिखा इनका नाम जैसे मुझे ही पुकार रहा है। मैं गेट पे खड़ी उन तमाम यादों को याद कर..... पूरा घर बाहर से देख, आंसुओ…

Locks of Winter

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Locks of winter fall on ground She has a hairfall all around. The bits of ice Quietly disguised Fall on ground Fall...fall...all around.
The hair has turned grey... With white mist mixed clay... The cold waves carrying around... Her white hair falling all around. Locks of winter  Shining in moonlight She has let open her hair... To fall down back...on ground.
She flaunts... Plays... Rhythmically Throughout the night. She wears a gown of fog... With slippers of glass that hold... Her feet dancing on the ground... Her ashes of white all around...
When light is low And no birds show Her heartbeats reverberate. In the quiet spaces Where darkness creeps And shadows sleep. Before the day begins, She rises in air Leaving frozen breaths as dew At dawn over the leaves .
The sunlight dim Fears to face The gaze of the mighty chill The winter as a Queen Has a hairfall it seems But the more they fall, The more she grows Gracious winter  Has lovely white hair.

(C) Ravinder Kaur       12-12-2018
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Stagnant...

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When colours fade away... Like the sound of a horse's gallop... Distant... invisible... inaudible. I hear you still Inside my heart As my own heartbeat. But you want to leave... Like the breath that leaves My heart and vanishes in thin air. And so I open up my hands To let your fingers slip away...

Stagnant water I am...
And you a ship. 
And... I cannot be your harbour.

(C) Ravinder Kaur 
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