Yaadon ke guchhe mein ek yaad piro ke rakho.
Purani kitabon mein ek phool chhupa ke rakho.
Har panne ke kone mein siyahi bhari koi kahani ho.
Mere naam ke labzon se woh kahani bana ke rakho.
Kabhi meri payal ya chudi giri hogi tumhare paas
Uss gire hue mere khwaab ko kahin sajaa ke rakho.
Jab tumhare kandhe par sar rakh ke roi thi main,
Unn bheege hue se palon ko apne dil mein dabaa ke rakho.
Raston par hum chale the behke-behke kadam leke
Unn raston par kabhi-kabhi thode phool bichaa ker rakho.
Kabhi kaha nahi kuch bhi par suna tha, band hoton se
unn khamosh se lamhon ko hoton se lagaa ke rakho.
Sardi ki woh subah yaad hai, jab khushi ko dhoop se seencha tha
Uss naram dhoop ki roshni se apna ghar nehla ke rakho.
Jab chali jaaun main, toh aana iss naye ghar mein,
Tab tak inn yaadon ko zaraa sambhaal ke rakho.
- Ipsa Ray
- London, United Kingdom
- The old faded picture in the profie- that isn't me... It is Anastasia- Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanova... quite a mouthful, isn't it? Her story - the fabled Grand Duchess of the erstwhile Russia-apparently the only survivor who escaped the violent mass murder of her family in 1918 in the Bolshevic Revolution... Her daring occasionally exceeded the limits of acceptable behavior. And why her? Its her name- Anastasia: "the breaker of chains" or "the prison opener". And another meaning of her name is "RESURRECTION" Means there would never be an END
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