Firm Floundering

Dekha Tha Jab Pehli Baar Tujhe Maine; Apni Aankho Par Kiya na aitbaar Maine. Kya Koi Itna Bhi khoobsurat Hota Hai; Ye Hi Pucha Baar Baar Khuda Se Maine.. Naino ko tumhare jab dekha Maine... Pta Nhi Kyon...Apna Dil Dubaya Maine.. Kya kisi ke Naino me Bhi Duniya Hoti Hai.. Ye Dil ko puch liya Maine... Pehli Nazar Me Pyar Kar Baithe... Apna... sirf apna Tha Jo Dil..Kisi Aur Ko De Baithe.. Abhi To Pyar Hi Hua Tha Ki... Tumhe Apni Duniya Bana Baithe... Na Jaane...Aisa Kya Khaas Hai Tujhme... Tumhe Dekhte Hi Noor Aata Hai Mujhme... Ab To Din Ho Ya Raat.. Sab Nazar Aata Hai Tujhme.. Uss Din Jab Tum Bhi Hame Dekh Rhi thi.. Naa Jaane Kyun Dhadkan Badh Rhi Thi.. Ajeeb se Bechaini Ho Rhi Thi.. Shayad Baat Hi Pyar Ki Ho Rhi Thi... Mohhabat To Rishta Hai Dil See Dil Ka... Jism See Jism To Bazzar Me Bhi Tkra Jaate Hain... Pta Nhi...Log Kaise Krte Hai Pyar Jismo Vaala... Agar Duptta Bhi Uska Hate..Hum Shrma Jaate Hai... Jab Wo Khti Hai..Chod Ke Chali Jaungi Tumhe.. Mazaak Wo ...

Recently...After Watching "KedarNath" Movie...I found an idea To Write This Poetry On Religious Love... Lots Of "True" Love Stories Are Broken Very Badly Bcoz Of This Religious Obstacles.. I Don't Oppose Any Religion... But I Just Wanna Say...Love Should Not Be Obstructed By It... "Dharmik Prem"♥️ Yoon To Unka Aashiyana  Tha Hmare Ghar Ke Samne... Lekin Duriyaan Kuch Dharmik(Religious) Thi... Mein Ek Albela Hindu Tha.. Wo ek apsara musalman thi.. Mein Mandir Me Gunjti Aarti Tha.. Wo Kisi Masjid Ki Zain Thi.. Mein Ek Pakka Hindu Tha.. Wo Gurkhe Me Dhanki Musalman Thi.. Me Gita Me Pdha Koi Slok Tha... Wo Kuran ki koi aayt thi.. Me Bdo ko Kiya Pranam Tha.. Wo Buzurgo Ko Kiya Salam Thi.. Main Ek Sachha Premi Tha... Wo ek Aashiq Armaan Thi.. Dharam Ke Bazar Mein To Me Hindu Aur Wo Musalman Thi... Lekin Ishq ke jahaan mein... Me Bhi Insan Tha Wo Bhi Insan Thi.. Dil Tuta Nhi Tha Mera..Use Tudvaya Gya Tha.. Kyon Ki Hmare Pyar Ke Beech..Mz...

YEAR:-1998 It was 2:30 AM and Arjun kept checking his phone. He was sitting on a chair with his legs propped on the table. The table was neatly arranged with a few books from his college days and a notepad that he always kept with him to write stories and poetry. He was swinging a pen in hand impatiently. He kept thinking about the time it started and how surreal it felt then. He remembered when they went for a drive and it started raining and how they sang their favorite song together but now things had changed. He said to himself, “She does not deserve me anymore. It’s over.” Suddenly the phone beeped, and Arjun pounced at it. The message read, “Alright! Let’s meet for one last time at 10AM.” The meeting point was their regular coffee joint where they first went 2 years back and ever since they went there almost every day. Arjun was working in an IT company, but he always wanted to be a writer. On the other hand, Nishka had her priorities sorted. She wanted to start her own Play...