Delhi..........................

I am the journey,
And I am the destination.
I am the boy,
And I am the girl.
I am the man,
And I am the woman,
I am the old,
And I am the new.
I am the ruins,
And I am the habitat.
I am the refugee,
And I am the migrant.
I am Delhi
Come live with me.

i miss u through poetry.....

It does not die

Who said it dies
Although not same
The feeling is still lurking there
The smoky smell is visible in your eyes
Who said it dies
When she still bores your sorrows
And contributes to your happiness
And forgives you still
Who said it dies
When both of you are in pain
For the same reason
Unspoken, untold but known