The last memory of the rain

Today, after so many days, the world came to a standstill as soon as it was seen, but to pretend that it did not happen.
Going away like a stranger
I just kept looking
Didn’t dare say anything
Accompanied by rain from above
We went and stopped at her door
That’s where we stopped shamelessly
We got soaked
It blew me away
I thought I would bring that umbrella
But what an umbrella
The same roof
She didn’t get anything
So the heat came
Never thought
She will be stoned to death
Later I found out that someone else had taken my place
So it didn’t matter to her
To be or not to be mine
I smiled a little
What is not a love beam
All is illusion

: – Mohammad Shaikh
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Insta-Whatsapp

Will be introduced on Insta
Mistakes will happen on Whatsapp
Relationships will match on Insta
Whatsapp to alienate people
Crime will happen on Insta
The fault lies on Whatsapp

Mind you on Insta
Heartbreaking on Whatsapp
There will be a quarrel on Whatsapp
Crime will happen on Insta
The fault lies on Whatsapp

Watch the story on Insta
Put the name on Whatsapp
The inauguration will take place on Insta
Will conclude on Whatsapp
Crime will happen on Insta
The fault lies on Whatsapp

: – Pankaj Hipparge
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Living alone is great ..!

Disputes happen every day
That is what happened today
You don’t talk much
You don’t give me time
I got bored of the same crying …
What if he asks back?
“Am I too bad?”
That’s what she said to me
He also did emotional warfare
Then say so
You don’t feel about me
She did not understand
Then what will I do?
She will bear the brunt of her emotions
Sometimes it feels
I fell into this beating
Than to do so much
How cool to give yourself time
How greatly being alone
How greatly it is to live freely and freely
Who will explain this to them

: – Pankaj Hipparge
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You want to decide

The hero came to decide the path for you
Ann blames fate
You went to imitate another
But you understand that much
The paths are different for everyone
What he does
What she does
Then I do the same
This is your half life
You listen to her
Be real like them
But a hero like you will come
Now you have to decide
You want to be like me
That like them …

Listen to the mind of the people
You are the architect of your life
The great Mahatmas did not say these sentences on purpose

: – Pankaj Hipparge

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She wanted to win

Things she couldn’t tell by type
And I didn’t read those things
Because that love was me …
And my love
I like waiting for her
Ann didn’t want to let anyone wait
Because that love was me …
And my love
I wanted to tell her a lot
And I didn’t want to hear much
Because that love was me …
And my love
She just wanted to walk with me
And I didn’t want to walk with her
She wanted to win that love
And I didn’t want to see anyone lose their love
Because that love was me …
And my love

: – Pankaj Hipparge
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For the first time

She knows what she must have seen
I like you to come and talk directly
Children miss heartbeats
That’s all I knew
But I missed a girl
It happened for the first time
He thought it would be her attraction
He clarified by refusing
She used to be backward though
He got bored and left the village
She kept looking like crazy
But he found nothing
She saw him a few years later
Back she said …
I still love you
In all these years, however, he understood so much
His first love was not his
But it was her first and last love

: – Pankaj Hipparge
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Words

When thirsty for words
Gone in search of words
There is a fight of words
Words hurting each other
Some blood-stained words
So some hurtful words
Words when scared
But the words were air
Loving words could not be found
Because words were used
Words used to hurt words
Words must have taken the place of human beings
Now people attack words with words

: – Pankaj Hipparge
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पुन्हा आली…

आज पहाटे-पहाटे काय झाले काय माहीत
परत आली ‘ती’
ते पण स्वप्नात
सांगायचं होते तिला काही
पण सांगू शकली नाही काही
शब्द हरवले होते तिचे बहुतेक…
समोर असून दिसत नव्हती
पहायची इच्छा होत नव्हती
का…
डोळ्यांची परवानगी नव्हती बहुतेक…
आधीसारखं जाणवत नव्हतं काही
वेडं संपलं होतं तिचं
का…
सगळ्या चेतना मेल्या होत्या बहुतेक…
समजवणार होती काही
पण समजवू शकली नाही काही
तन्मयता संपली होती बहुतेक…
काय डोक्यात होतं काय माहीत तिच्या
म्हणून आली होती परत
ते पण स्वप्नात…

:- पंकज हिप्परगे
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Need an independent perspective …!

   We never knew that evil was good, but beauty was hidden. You do not admit that there is a lot of happiness in small things. It is our pleasure to get what we want. We do not know that there is happiness in something that is not received. We who live in the customs of the world adopt the definition of the world itself, but we never stare at it because everyone’s interpretation is different. Everybody’s share is different. You do not understand. We destroy everything by following the path of simulation. We all know how to follow in his footsteps.
       If they did not see the beauty of hatred, how would they understand their love of anger? Little did they know that hatred had hidden a lot of beauty.
      Even if they know that it is raining, they do not think that all the clouds are raining. Not all storms are harmful. Some storms come up and they just smoke. Humans also speak mouth to mouth, but when it is time to do the spoken thing, they take the plunge. They are like a second storm. They just come and go.
     You do not have the power to create your own style. This happens all because of insufficient trust.

: – Pankaj Hipparge
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Struggle

Life has said that the struggle will come, the struggle is all but everyone does not have success. Yet man’s struggle continues. Everyone is struggling for something different. Everybody has different struggles for some good marks, some jobs, some lives, some money. Also, some struggle for love. From which nothing can be obtained. At the same time they are wasting their time and energy. At one point I had read that

“Love is a jungle where a brave tiger is hunted by a beautiful deer”

Yet people struggle. Even though they say they have a barrier, they move on unobtrusively. It was a struggle.
Now the struggle is a very heavy start
The person in front of them does not even know what is going on. The second step is to hold on to God’s feet, let him / her get a single prayer to God, then I break the coconut, fast. That’s the job God has for them to do. This kind of effort goes on. In this conflict there is no limit to the thought of man. All this industry is going to hunt for one person who will go on hunting for himself. It is called stone-throwing on one’s own feet. If you want to fight, you have done good things but never good. Is the world called round? Of course, some activities brought us closer. No matter how much they say, they happen in our hands. Or even unknowingly .. !! That means, no matter what the hunt is for you.

: – Pankaj Hipparge
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