The Stranger

Posted on 24th Feb 2021 03:10 pm by rohit kumar

It was a late night in September,

The beginning of autumn,

When the image of a stranger

Appeared on the left corner of my laptop.


He was tall and handsome,

He had a bald head, "damn" fit,

In his late thirties,

Way better than Brad Pitt.


We clicked in a second.

He took off my gold mask,

And when his green eyes looked at mine,

They took my breath, not only that...


From time to time I find myself

Lying in these sheets,

Closing my eyes, trying to feel

That the man touching me, is him.

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kya kami reh gayi

Dubkiyan sindhu mein gota khor lagaata hai


ja ja kar khaali haath laut aat

Love At First Sight

When first we touched,

My heart flew high,

On gossamer wings through a cloudless


दूर धरा से चाँद को निहारती 


saikil ke pahiy fir se ghumay

चलो फिर से बच्चे बन जाते हैं

लौट कर

Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day

Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --

because -- I don't know how to say it: a

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