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Messenger (Poem 1) When an angel descends,   just to guide you just to remove,  all that grieve's you. When an angel descends,  just to see you just to,  heal you don't hide, don't run, don't close your eyes, it sees everything, and  anything, that's why   The angel descends,  just to guide you just to remove,  all that grieve's you.   The angel descends, just to see you just to, heal you. Just to take away, that little devil from you.     A.V

A seed, of friendship A seed planted, will it grow a beautiful tree or a thorny bush, don't know but, I hope for a gracious tree. O lord. Please  let our seed sprout O Keshav. Please guard our sapling against any bad omen. O Madhav. Please let it grow, even if growth  is as slow as bonsai, as, bonsais are also lovely.  A.V

 Conversations  Main college ke second year mein hoon. Aur aaj meri school ki ek dost— jiss ne ek saal ka drop leya tha aaj finally iss college mein admission le rahi hai. Toh obviously, un mahotarma se milna toh banta hai. Jaise hi wo mujhe college gate se enter karti dikhayi di, main chupke se uske peeche chala gaya. Kandhe pe halki si thapki maari aur bola— "Mahotarma, naam batayein apna." Ye kehte hi mere chehre pe ek shararti si muskan umad aai. Thodi der ruk ke, usne bola— "Aafreen Sha," ek aise andaaz mein, jaise wo sab samj gaai ho "Achha... kis hostel se ho aap, Aafreen Sha?" Mainne apni shararat ko thoda aur aage badhaya. "Ji, Hostel No. G-5," usne bola, full attitude mein, "Aur kuch poochhna chahenge aap?" "Ha," main bola. "Merī dost banogi?" " Khass wali... " Usne bas ek smile di. Waise wali—jo aankhon se daantti hai, par dil se maaf kar deti hai. Jaise keh rahi ho, ...

Take a small step Every time a pandemic comes, we will unite our nations. Every time a calamity occurs, we will give others a hand. Every time a death occurs, we will prevent another. Every prayer will save a life, every effort will be cast upon. Every step will make an effect, every death will be counted. Everything will be seen,| every life will be saved. A.V

स्कूल की सब्जी मै मौसमो का तड़का वो पसीने से  लतपत दिन, वो ठंडी शरबतो मे डूबा मन। वो पाँच नम्बर मे  पँखा चलाना, वो बहती हवा का इंतजार करना। वो लम्बे दिन, छोटी राते और आलस से भरि शामे।। वो बरसते बादल, वो कपकपाते शरीर, अंधेरी राते, वो गड़गड़ाते बादल। कभी उन छोटे तालाबो से बचना, तो कभी छपाक से उनमे कूदना। वो दोस्तो की रंग बिरंगी  छतरीयो को देखना, और उस बंजारे को शरण देना जो अपना छाता लाना हर बार भूल जाता है।।  वो कपड़ो का हाफ से फुल हो जाना, वो छोटे दिनो मे आलस की धुंध| अपने ठंडे  हाथो को दोस्तो के गालो मै लगाना, और गलती से पंखा चलाने वाले को डाटना। स्कूल ना जाने  के  कई बहाने बनाना, और फिर कोहरे मे स्कूल जाना।। A.V

I'll wait  If we are not meant to meet, If we are not meant to cross paths— Not in this life, nor in any life to come— Then we shall meet at the end of all things, where the divine ocean awaits— golden, endless. For we are only drops of that same sea. And I... I will wait. I will wait for you there. A.V 

Little window Open the windows let the wind come in don't stop the wind put down the headphones listen to the soft rain pull your eyes out of that screen see the world is waiting for you  outside the window see the world " After the Rain ".  A.V  

keshav  I am not what you think. I am not what you see. I am not what you’ve heard about me. I am nobody— and yet, I live in everybody. I am the quiet keeper of your choices, present in silence, visible in acts of kindness. You won’t find me in places, but I am everywhere. I help through your hands, I see through your eyes, I speak through your tongue, I walk through your steps. I can be everything to someone, or nothing to some. Some may deny me. Some may forget me. Some may call me by name. Others may call me a lie. But whatever the case... I will still love you. Still protect you. Still heal you. My dear child, you are more precious than you know. I do not force. I do not punish. I only guide. The choices are yours. The actions are yours. And the consequences— they are yours too. I have many names. I see what others cannot. I know what even you hide. I am not what you think. I am what you believe. I am what you believe in.  A.V

Unsaid, Unseen A pile of regrets like chains, A pile of secrets like soda bubbles. A pile of words waiting to be said, A pile of dairies filled with memories. A pile of threads waiting to reform, A pile of emotions weaved into words.  A.V   

Conversations  She: Why didn’t you come to school yesterday? He: Umm... I was out of town. I told you. She: Really? Then who was at the market yesterday— buying gifts for his friend’s birthday? He: I don’t know... Maybe you were hallucinating or something? She: [pulls out her phone] Oh really? Then who’s this? She shows him a picture—him, standing at the gift shop. A.V 

Time, Please....? Time why are you so fast? There’s a little too much to do, a little too much to say, a little too much to be, a little too much to see, a little too much to learn. And I I am tumbling beneath the pressure, while every corner of my mind whispers: "Let’s take a break. Let’s take a break." So can you run a little slower? Please... A.V

HOWS AND HAVES Have you ever noticed the toxins living inside you? Have you ever noticed what others overlook? Have you ever noticed your own mind turning against you? Have you ever noticed a stone beating in place of your heart? How many times have you been stopped by timidity and shyness? How many times have you adored yourself—genuinely? How many times have you rehearsed your words in silence? How many times have you loved nature more than flesh and bone? Have crowds ever made you ache? Has loud music ever stirred anger instead of joy? Have you ever written a diary, just to speak where no one listens? Have you ever felt the warmth of hearts you knew you’d never touch? Have you ever kept a secret too sacred to name? And still, you wake, hoping one day the silence will speak back.  A.V

ENDLESS DARKNESS  The night falls, The moon fades, The stars die. The blind wind stirs and now, there is no difference between slumber and open eyes. The birds fall silent, while crickets sing in the dancing grass. The fireflies appear shining a little, but enough. As I lose myself to sleep, these little fellas come to light my world. A.V