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Happiness Leaves (But It Always Comes Back)

Happiness is going to find you many times throughout your life. It will greet you like an old friend, and you will talk for hours about all of the beautiful memories you have shared before it has to run to catch its train or make it home in time for dinner. See, happiness is going to find you many times throughout your life, but happiness will also leave.

Happiness will leave to help you grow, to help you feel things it only ever would have masked within you. You will learn how to befriend your sadness, you will learn to let it hold you. You will learn that you could not rely on happiness in certain areas of life, that it simply did not fit into the experiences that grew their lessons from grieving and heartache. Sadness will lace its fingers between yours, it will hold your hand and tell you that it understands your pain, that it understands your need to simply come to terms with your anguish and your remorse. Sadness will invite all of your demons out to lunch, it will make you talk to them, it will make you sit across from them and look into their eyes. Sadness will make you face yourself.

Then, after days, or months, or years, after lessons have tangled themselves around your questions, after understanding has melted into your skin, you will hear a familiar knock within your chest. You will feel a familiar sense of Spring thawing within your ribcage, laughter will no longer crack within your throat. Slowly, but surely, happiness will tiptoe back into your life. It will sneak through a window you didn’t realize was open, it will tuck itself with the wind to greet you on a rainy day. It will hide within the ink of your favourite book, dance within the melody of your favourite song. Happiness will thrive within the spaces between seconds, between the horizon and the sky. You will find it at the bottom of coffee cups, in the salt of the sea. You will appreciate its presence, you will feel its warmth.

Yes, happiness leaves; but when it comes back you are always stronger, for you have understood what it means to make it out of the wreckage, you have learned how to survive in the dark



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आँखों में आंसुओं की लकीर बन गई

जैसी चाहिए थी वैसी तकदीर बन गई

हमने तो सिर्फ रेत में उंगलियाँ घुमाई थी

गौर से देखा तो आपकी तस्वीर बन गई


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Red Stain

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Sleeping Beauty

She is sleeping

Her breathing is shallow. Her chest rises and falls. He counts the seconds and studies her for signs of waking.There are none.
He says her name Softly.
Again. A little louder. But still quietly. He does not really want her to stir.
He gently takes her hand in his. It is small, and soft, and cool. Her fingers lie over his. They are quiet and still. His thumb and forefinger circle her wrist. He can feel her pulse. He imagines it quickening, but he cannot be sure. He lowers her hand to the bed.
She is beautiful. Her hair is raven black against her pale skin. Her lips are perfectly formed and ruby-red. She is wearing a pure white dress that is fitted at the breast, tight at the waist, and clinging to her hips. Sleeping Beauty
He knows he should kiss her, rouse her from her slumber, bring her back to consciousness.
But her still and perfect form has mesmerised him, captivated him, bewitched him. He feels himself harden as he moves towards her. He murmurs her name again. His throat stifles the sound.
He reaches out and with almost trembling fingers he strokes her cheek. Her skin is warm to his touch.
She does not stir.
He carefully undoes the first of the buttons. And then another. And a third. The gorgeous swell of her  makes him dizzy with desire.

At the sixth button, as the material begins to peel open, he realises she is naked underneath.

She is not sleeping.

She senses him standing by the narrow bed, gazing at her. She knows his eyes are upon her, taking in every curve, and every line. She waits. And tries to control her breathing.She focuses on keeping perfectly still.
She hears him say her name. Twice. She ignores it, forbidding her eyelids to flicker.
He picks up her hand. His sudden touch in the darkness almost makes her flinch with surprise. His fingers are long and thin. She fears he will feel her pulse race crazily as his thumb presses against her flesh. He releases her gently, and she knows.
She is certain about what is going to happen when she hears her name a third time, and it is said like a faint prayer in a hoarse and caressing whisper.
His touch upon her cheek is like fire. She almost gasps at her own arousal.
He begins to undo the buttons of her dress. Achingly,Tantalizingly,Deliciously slowly. This is heaven.She will not wake now


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