Dedicated to: aarvish
Ek pyaara sa ehsaas hai..
Jo har pal ab mere sath hai...
Ho chuki hai kuch baate..
Yu he nikal rahi hai ye raaten..
Kuch kisse tum sunate ho..
Kuch mai keh jati hu..
Pr hr ek baat me tumme kuch apna sa paa jati hu..
Kahin to kuch hai.. Jisne hme hai milaya..
Koi to wajh hai..
Jisne is pyari se dosti ko hai badhaya..
Jo bhi ho.. Acha he hoga..
Jaise bhi ho.. Sacha he hoga..
Kuch ankahe sach..
Kuch atit ki yade..
Kuch milte julte vichar..
Kuch pyar bhari bate..
Bs inhe kuch palo ke sath..
Hue ek naye khate mithe rishtey ki shuruat..
-RASHMI CHOURASIA
YOU ARE READING
DARD...The Pain Of My Heart.
PoetryThis book is a collection of my poetry. Poems that are not just few words with rhyming.. but they are feelings engraved in pain and emotions. They are not just words but my life.
