Main zyada lafz jama nahi karta
par jab dil bhar jaata hai
toh khamoshi bhi bojh ban jaati hai
Tumhari aankhein
seedha dekh kar bhi
bohot kuch chhupa leti hain
aur main
har baar us chhupaye hue sach mein haar jaata hoon
Tumhari zulfein
jab chehre par bikhar jaati hain
toh mujhe ehsaas hota hai
tum jaanti ho
main wahin atak jaaunga
Tumhari muskurahat
meri aadhi pareshaani
bina pooche le jaati hai
aur baaki aadhi
tumhari meethi meethi awaaz sambhaal leti hai
Tum jab bolti ho
toh main thehar jaata hoon
aur jab tum hukm deti ho
toh ajeeb si tasalli hoti hai
jaise kisi ne keh diya ho
ke haan
tum meri ho
Tum mujhe apna banati ho
phir aadhe raaste chhod deti ho
aur main
us aadhe raaste par khada
tumhara intezaar karta rehta hoon
Main zyada mazboot nahi
par main bhaagta bhi nahi
thoda sa zyada mehsoos karta hoon
thoda sa zyada sochta hoon
Kabhi kabhi
baatein dil mein reh jaati hain
aur main
unhi baaton ke saath
khud ko sambhaalta rehta hoon
Main perfect nahi
par main rukta hoon
main thehra rehta hoon
jab tak dil maan le
ke haan
yeh intezaar theek hai
Tum mujhe samajhne ka wada nahi karti
phir bhi
kabhi kabhi
bina pooche sab samajh jaati ho
Tum meri aadat nahi
tum meri kamzori bhi nahi
tum woh ho
jiske bina
main khud ko poora nahi keh paata
Yeh sirf mohabbat nahi
yeh woh dard hai
jo tumse juda bhi nahi hota
aur tumhara ho kar bhi
tum tak poora nahi pahunch paata

Paanch saal ho gaye
tumhe pasand karte hue
aur main aaj bhi
pehli nazar ki tarah
be-tayyar milta hoon
Tumhara chehra
mere zehan mein
waise rehta hai
jaise koi cheez
kabhi rakhi hi na ho
bas hamesha se ho
Tumhari aankhon mein
koi shor nahi
par jab woh uthti hain
toh mere saare bahane
khud hi chup ho jaate hain
Tumhari zulfon ka
mere saath koi waada nahi
phir bhi
jab woh lehrati hain
main har baar
apni had bhool jaata hoon
Tumhari muskurahat
meri himmat nahi badhati
woh bas
mujhe rukne par majboor kar deti hai
jaise keh rahi ho
abhi kahin mat jao
Tumhari awaaz
jab mera naam leti hai
toh main
andar se bikhar jaata hoon
aur bahar se
bilkul normal rehne ki koshish karta hoon
Tum jab mujh par
apna chalna jataati ho
toh main inkaar nahi karta
kyunki sach yeh hai
tumhara haq jatana
mujhe kabhi bojh nahi laga
Tum mujhe
apna samajhne ke kareeb laakar
aksar beech mein chhod deti ho
aur main
ussi beech mein
apni saari wafadari sambhaal kar
khada reh jaata hoon
Main woh ladka nahi
jo har baat keh deta hai
main woh hoon
jo bohot kuch
andar hi andar
jeeta rehta hai
Mere paas shikayatein bohot hain
par tumse nahi
sirf khud se
ke itne saalon baad bhi
tumhe bata nahi paaya
Aaj keh raha hoon
kyunki aur chup raha
toh yeh mohabbat
sirf meri aadat ban kar reh jaayegi
Main tumse
kuch maangne nahi aaya
bas itna kehne aaya hoon
ke is bheer mein
kisi ne tumhe
poori shiddat se chuna tha
Agar tum samajh pao
toh yeh mera naseeb
aur agar nahi
toh bhi
yeh mera sach rahega
Main wahi hoon
jo tumhe paanch saal se
bina kisi shart ke
apne dil mein rakhe hue hai


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Valentine ho ya normal din,
baat ho jaaye bas itna kaafi hai.

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Kuch log kahani hote hain, manzil nahi.
Aur kuch yaadein reh jaati hain, shikayat nahi.

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Just a quick question.

How do I forgive myself?

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Ek khwaab aata hai kabhi kabhi,
Bina bulaye, bina wajah.
Tum hoti ho… bilkul waise hi,
Jaise sirf hona hi kaafi ho.

Tumhari ungli pakad ke
Ek chhoti si jaan chalti hai,
Na sawal, na darr,
Bas yakeen.

Is khwaab mein shor nahi hota,
Na vaade, na kasmein.
Sirf ek ghar jaisa ehsaas hota hai,
Jahan dil ko safai deni nahi padti.

Shayad haqeeqat kuch aur ho,
Shayad raaste alag likhe gaye ho,
Par ye khwaab…
Abhi zinda hai.

Tumhe biwi kehne ki zid nahi,
Use beti kehne ka daawa nahi.
Bas itna sach hai,
Ke agar zindagi ne kabhi poocha,
“Tum kya chahte the?”

Toh jawab sirf itna hota…

Tum.
Aur tumhare saath,
Wahi khwaab.

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Showing lust isn't the way of showing love.

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Nazasm, Jawaab:

Tumhara khwaab padha.
Aur ek pal ke liye
Main bhi usi raaste par chal di.

Tum, main,
Aur beech me ek chhoti si ungli
Jo dono par bharosa karti hai.

Sach ye hai
Maine bhi kabhi
Aisi hi tasveer sochi thi.
Bina shor ke,
Bina duniya ko samjhaaye.

Par kuch khwaab
Sirf isliye aate hain
Taaki hum jaan sakein
Ke hum kya kho sakte the,
Agar waqt thoda aur rehem karta.

Tumhara khwaab zinda hai,
Main maanti hoon.
Par har zinda cheez
Haqeeqat nahi ban paati.

Kabhi kabhi
Woh bas itna karti hai
Ke dil ko yaad dila de,
Hum pathar nahi bane.

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Morning

i have 70 reasons to make u happy 1 is hug and other is 69

Waise aapko LPG ki kyon zaroorat, aapki hotness ki wajah se khana apne aap cook ho jaana chahiye.

Hey, I know you're probably asleep right now, and maybe that's why I'm saying this…. I've been wanting to tell you something for a long time but kept holding it back. The truth is, from the very first day I got to know you, I started feeling something for you. I tried to ignore it and act normal because I didn’t want to make things weird or risk losing what we have. I guess I just didn’t want to keep pretending anymore. I really do like you… and honestly, it's okay if you don't feel the same way.. but for myself i have to say this.


[Confession copied from a reel's comment section, for school-going students 😂]

38, unmarried, 5'3", rejected by 45 girls.

I'm 38. Live in Delhi. Work in IT. Still single.

Not for lack of trying. I've asked. I've swiped. I've matched. I've showed up. And 45 times, it's gone the same way.

Yes, I kept count. 45. After 40, I started noting them down. At 45, I stopped. It was getting depressing.

The reason? Height. I'm 5 feet 3 inches.

Before you say "height doesn't matter" — try telling that to 45 women who stood up, looked at me, and slowly backed away like I was a fire hazard.

Let me tell you about some of them.

Girl #12

We spoke for two weeks. Good morning texts. Good night texts. She sent me her photo from Goa. I sent her my photo from office. She said I looked "cute." I was flying.

We decided to meet at Select City Walk. I reached early. Bought a coffee. Waited.

She walked in. Saw me. Smiled. Came closer. Then came closer. Then stood in front of me.

Her smile changed. You know that look when you order a burger and get a sandwich instead? That look.

She said "hi." I said "hi." She looked around. Then she said "is your friend coming?"

I said "it's just me."

She said "oh."

Just "oh."

She sat for ten minutes. Checked her phone eight times. Left saying "I have an emergency."

I still wonder what emergency starts at 5:30 pm on a Sunday.

Girl #23

This one was arranged by a friend. "She's perfect for you," he said. "Same interests. Same background. Same everything."

We met at a café in GK. She was already there. Sitting. I walked in. She looked up. I sat down.

First thing she said: "the chair is quite high, no?"

I said "yes, comfortable."

She said "no, I mean... never mind."

We talked for an hour. It was going okay. Then we got up to leave.

That's when it happened. She was standing. I was standing. She was looking at my forehead. I was looking at her neck.

She said "oh."

That "oh" again. Why is it always "oh"?

She said "I thought you'd be... taller?"

I said "the chair was high."

She didn't laugh.

Girl #31

Bumble match. She was 5'2". Her bio said "tall men please swipe left, I want someone my height."

I thought: finally. My moment.

We chatted for a week. She sent voice notes. I sent voice notes. She said "I love that you're not pretending to be tall." I said "I've accepted my fate."

We met at a park. She arrived. We saw each other. She smiled. I smiled.

Then she came closer. And closer. And then she said "wait."

I said "what?"

She said "you're... you're my height."

I said "yes? That's the point?"

She said "but I wanted someone taller."

I said "you wrote you want someone your height."

She said "I meant my height with heels."

I didn't know what to say. She didn't know what to say. We stood there, two short people, disappointing each other in silence.

Girl #44

This one hurt.

We met at a wedding. Friend's cousin. We danced. We laughed. She touched my arm. I thought: this is it. The one.

We talked for two hours. She asked about my job. I asked about hers. She laughed at my jokes. Real laughs. Not polite laughs.

At the end, she said "let's exchange numbers."

I said "sure."

She said "you're so fun."

I said "thanks."

Then I stood up.

She was still sitting. Then she stood up.

Her face changed. Like someone switched off a light.

She said "oh."

I said "what?"

She said "nothing."

We exchanged numbers. She never replied. I sent one text. Seen. Sent another. Left on read.

My friend called me next day. "What happened? She said you're great but... you know."

I said "I know."

The others

Some said "you're like a younger brother to me."

Some said "I just got back with my ex."

One said "my parents won't agree."

One said "I think we're better as friends."

One actually said "I wanted someone I can look up to. Literally."

I'm not making this up.

Now

My mom calls every Sunday. "Beta, the neighbour's son got married. He's shorter than you."

I say "good for him."

She says "his wife is taller."

I say "good for her."

She says "when will you?"

I say "next Sunday, ma. I'll get married next Sunday."

She doesn't laugh. I don't laugh either.

My friends are all married. Their wives try to set me up. "I have a friend. She's very sweet. She's... also on the shorter side."

I say "sure. Why not."

We meet. She's nice. We talk. Then she stands up. Then I stand up. Then the "oh" happens. Then nothing happens.

The truth

I have a good job. I have my own flat. I cook. I clean. I don't cheat. I don't lie. I show up on time. I remember birthdays.

But none of that matters when you walk into a room and the first thing people notice is how much of the room you're not taking up.

My therapist says "focus on what you bring to the table."

I bring food. I bring jokes. I bring stability. I bring a working AC.

If you're reading this and you're short, I feel for you.

How's life lately?

I recall my first time with a condom. I was 19 or so.

I went in to buy a packet of condoms at the pharmacy. There was this beautiful woman assistant behind the counter, and she could see that I was new at it.

She handed me the package and asked if I knew how to wear one.

I honestly answered, “No, this is my first time.”

So she unwrapped the package, took one out and slipped it over her thumb. She cautioned me to make sure it was on tight and secure. I apparently still looked confused. So she looked all around the store to see if it was empty.

It was empty. “Just a minute,” she said and walked to the door and locked it.

Taking my hand, she led me into the back room, unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. She unhooked her bra and laid it aside, “Do these excite you?”she asked.

Well, I was so dumb-struck that all I could do was nod my head.
She then said it was time to slip the condom on. As I was slipping it on, she dropped her skirt, removed her panties and lay down on a desk.

“Well, come on,” she said, 'We don't have much time.”

So I climbed on her. It was so wonderful, that unfortunately, I could no longer hold back and KAPOW, I was done within a few minutes.

She looked at me with a bit of a frown.

“Did you put that condom on?” she asked.

I said, “I sure did,” and held up my thumb to show her!


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toh fir kya hai,
Tu qayamat nahin
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