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Disguised Stars  Ma, yai taarai hai kya, nahi baita, yai diwali ki light's hai yai diwali ki light's kon baan aata hai ma? kuch paariya aasman sai taarai todhti hai aur unn ko dhaago mai piiro dai ti hai  piiro? sillti hai aur phir unn taaro ko raat mai sab kai ghar choord jaati hai, jiss sai hum ghar saajatai hai aur juugnu? A.V  

 Rusty Old Benches These rusty old benches, have caused us pain and suffering. Some sharp edge would cut our flesh Some stiff corner would bump into us. They have made us fight for, the best bench. They have made a school, feel like school. A.V

October and November  The slow pleasant wind neither too cold, nor too hot. All shades of green and red, with blooming flowers. Advancing festivals, and  an avalanche of memories. A.V

 Kingdom of Skies  Royal purple ruling the skies  King red and queen pink, in the background  Shades of blue all over the place, just like the citizens  Trader Yellow, connecting everything  Slave green, hidden in plain sight  Clouds wandering away, just like The whales's in the open seas. A.V

Moments  Freezing winds, white skies, and  sloth rooming around  Lime, 21 shaft cycle, moving  gracefully Deep blue jacket, up-sleeved, looking fancy  Dark, analog watch, left  wrist. Some rupees on the right pocket, a cotton bag  on left  From home to shop, and back home. feels, familiarly lovely. A.V

The Abstractions of Rain Drizzles of rain. Showers of pain. Invisible. Flashes of thunder. Reminders of the past. Haunted. Gloomy skies. Depressed nights. Wet pillow. Cries of clouds. Sounds of irritation. Hurts. Rushing winds. Cold drizzles. Slaps. Unattended ponds. Shrieks of splash. Stranded. Mist of drench. Smog of negativity. Unclear.

    The Angels of Rain “Look, look! There they are!” “Where?” “Over us—look there!” “Oh… rain’s coming?” “Yes, yes. The angels will make it rain.” “Hmm...” Why is it that one has tears rolling down her cheeks, and the other wears a big smile on his face? Why does one live in the past, buried in sorrow, while the other lives in the present, full of joy? Why does the rain sometimes feel... sad? It’s because— one is letting go of her burden, and the other is smiling for her— because she is healing. It’s because— one has been clinging to the past, grieving it, regretting it... while the other has learned to accept it— and now chooses to live fully in the present. And if you look closely, you’ll see it too: the joy hidden inside the rain. A.V

 Before The Rain The winds rushing through the windows, with an essence of winters. Clouds start to speak for themselves, and we hear a clap of thunder. The daylight gets weaker, and it feels like dusk. Flashes of past and future, and thunder coming down. The skies cry, and water pours down. It's, raining again.  A.V

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