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Beautiful things embedded in the sky.

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Sin

khushbuluhar

I was told to not speak, so I stayed silent.

I was told that in their ears, my silence was a screech, so I barge into my room.

I was told that my absence was like a fog which engulfed the moon

I panic and run out trying to find the concealed moon, oh ever so beautiful

I come clean the moment I look at it, it feels as if I’m a criminal whose sins can only be washed by the warm blanket of the night.

The sky in the night, brings some strange peace to my cries

The stars align to sing with the tune of my despair.

I ask them, “Are you not tired of singing the same song every night?”

They say that every time a lover promises his love that he will go bring the stars down for her, they listen

They wait for him to break them out of the sky that’s jailed them

They wait but nobody ever comes.

They tell me that I don’t promise them this.

That I tell them I’m here to share the ache when they flicker, I’m here to share the silence when they listen

I don’t promise them happiness, they tell me that I’m willing to stay with them in their sadness,

I find beauty in them in whichever way embedded they are, I don’t try to draw constellations and build something meaningful out of them

That I just let them be, that I just let them sing

That I don’t promise them anything but I do come. I show up every night without fail to meet them.

I hear this and I close my eyes. I don’t know what words to formulate to give them a reply.

And so, I confess. I tell them I have committed a sin which I have yet to ask forgiveness for.

Because I was told to not give pain to someone that I love,

I’m scared that I cut pieces from my soul to make bandages but I failed at every attempt to heal their wounds, the bleeding didn’t stop

So, I hurt myself.

I tell them that I need to be washed off of this burden that I carry.

I tell them that this is the reason I come out when the night is starry.

I come to look for someone there whose love for me would never change. If he pardons me for giving pain to myself, I’ll be free. I come out here in the hope to find him. And in that, I find hope that one day, I too, will forgive myself.

-K. ©Khushbu M Luhar 2022

2:12 AM Looking out of the window, trying to make sense of my thoughts

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Weird, isn’t it?

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Sometimes, just a meeting with one person is enough and sometimes, not even hundreds of meetings with someone else can give you that joy, that peace the other one gives you, no matter what.

Weird it is, isn’t it?

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मेरा अंश|pt7

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ये जिंदगी के, दिन कितने कम है
कितने हैं खुशियाँ, और कितने गम है
पर इन सब में ही तो तू और मैं ढूँढते “हम” हैं
ये प्यार भी बड़ा पागल सा है,नाराज़ तू है और बेचैन हम हैं।

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-K.

© (Copyrighted work by Khushbu Luhar ’19.)

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memories

khushbuluhar

you know why people never lose their memories

even when they say that they don’t want them

because deep

buried inside their hearts

they know that they are the only things they get to hold on to

only things that won’t leave them

when everybody else does.

-K.

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© (Copyrighted work by Khushbu Luhar ’19.)

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My excerpt pt.5

khushbuluhar

Maybe in two years

maybe in five

maybe in ten

and sometimes, maybe when you have no years left on stakes

You realise that, not facing the problem only lets the problem have the audacity to look you in the face.

You realise that maybe facing them was a better option and maybe conversating was better than all those concoctions.

There comes a time when you realise that, the things you were running away from aren’t really running away from you. You might leave them far away, but they still exist, some where in some time, hidden from the range of your eyes but never really hiding.

Sometimes, you do. Sometimes, you don’t. Sometimes, you don’t want to.

You see, some people predict the weather and stay home, some people feel the droplets falling onto their skin and run away to find the shelter, some people simply get wet.

-K.

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© (Copyrighted work by Khushbu Luhar ’18.)

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Don’t give up

khushbuluhar

Life

Life was there with you

From the very beginning

Even before you saw this world with those little eyes

Even before you learnt how to sit, crawl and walk

Even before the first time you felt sad and cried in vain

Even before someone left you and you heard the sound of your heart break

Even before you failed all the attempts after giving it a several takes

So you see,

Life was and is there for you

Life didn’t let you go when you wanted to let go of it

Life never gave up on you

It’s time, that you too, don’t.

-K.

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© (Copyrighted work by Khushbu Luhar ’18.)

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Fiction#1

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You once asked me

How am I different

How am I not like her

I never gave an answer

Because I never had one

Atleast the one that would fit your preference

But here it goes;

She might compliment you upon how fly you look

How your hair looks perfect and your body? Oh, always in shape

But

I’ll take my time to compliment your eyes

So majestic under the sunlight

And how after, the smile that comes

Making your eyes twinkle making me believe that the stars do come out in the sun.

She might tell you ways on how to handle your problems, how to keep trying

But

I’ll stand with you through them, always be your spine.

She would ask you what’s your result after the exam

But

I’ll never have to ask, my faith is enough to tell me you’d excel in any task.

She may give you goosebumps upon what she says or does

But

I’ll give you the sensations so strong, with every breath, you’d feel your heart beat burst.

She may refuse coming out to the lawn that night, when it’s cold

But

I’ll count the shimmering stars with you wrapped around me even after the air gets old.

She might be ready to untuck her pants and keep her clothes aside

But

I’ll be ready to give up all my ego, take off all my pride.

She may try finding a forever which will probably fall apart

But

I’ll make it happen, make it last.

She might not mess with you to stop fights

But

I’ll fight with you just like you’re mine.

-K.

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© (Copyrighted work by Khushbu Luhar ’18.)

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Why

khushbuluhar

There are infinite stars in the sky

Then why am I sad about not seeing them with you by my side?

There is so much beauty in pain

Then why are we separated because of just some strain?

They say, if they love you, they will let you go

Then why are the fairytales so beautiful on the show?

When you said you won’t give up on me

Then why is it my dear, that you left?

If there’s more love in letting go

Then why don’t people fancy death?

All I have read until now seems total hoax to me

As people write what they find comfort in

Because in reality, poetry works as a coax to each.

-K.

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© (Copyrighted work by Khushbu Luhar ’18.)

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Always.

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Hand in hand, walking on the sand, watching the sun rise from the water and you say “Can this get any prettier?” And I close my eyes, intertwine my hand with yours and smile.

Sitting beside each other, the waves touching our feet and you say, “How beautiful is our life right now.” And I close my eyes, intertwine my hand with yours and smile.

Under the blanket of the moonlight, watching the shimmering things that lie above us and you say “There is nowhere I’d rather be without you, and this, is phenomenal.” And again, I close my eyes, intertwine my hand with yours and smile.

You won’t understand why I do that, but you’ll,

When the day comes, when our legs won’t work like they used to before, we will sit on the sand and see the sunrise and I’d feel your tears on my shoulder along with that smile, And I will tell you, now this, is the prettiest thing I have ever seen.

When the day comes, when you would be too weak to be there beside me and the water will still touch my feet and, search for yours and in that very moment I will close my eyes and smile and remember how it felt the very first time.

When the day comes, when we wouldn’t be able to speak much and hear nobody else but us. When words would become unclear, I’ll focus on what your eyes speak, and when that would be inadequate, I will be content with your silence. When our minds wouldn’t remember nobody else’s name but ours. When we would remember nothing but the touch, I’ll hold your hand for the millionth time and make that era alive. When you would find difficulty in recognising my face, I’ll meet you for the first time again and again.

We will lie down on the roof like the first time, while taking the last breaths, look above us and it’d seem like someone had tossed diamond dust into the sky.

I would close my eyes, intertwine my hand with yours and smile for the very last time.

-K.

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© (Copyrighted work by Khushbu Luhar ’18.)

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My excerpt pt.1

khushbuluhar

You and I

We are written in the sky

In the glittering of the stars

To the flickering of the night

Sometimes,

In the monotonous movement of your lips

And the charisma that your eyes decipher

Sometimes,

In the complete quiet

In the void and

In the comfortable silence between us

When you say a million words

Or even keep complete shut

But how do I make you understand that

It’s your silence I’d fallen for

Because even the stars

They glitter, they crinkle, they fall

But do they ever make noise?

Have you ever thought about

how they sounded like?

Because, I ensure you

that if you did

It would make you understand,

Why silence is so beautiful

Yet so underrated.

-K.

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© (Copyrighted work by Khushbu Luhar ’18.)