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शब्दों में खो जाती हैं कई बार

मन की सब रचनांए |

कागज़ स्याही पर रह जाती हैं

बस उनकी परछाईं |

Another Tale

As the night escapes, so do my dreams

Slipping through the sands of my mind 

leaving simple memories.

A hand extended, a fist of empty air

seconds pass when

I try to hold on but you disappear.

Crumpled bed sheets tell a tale,

of time spent near.

An attempt that we failed.

The story is incomplete

when it deserved a chance.

You made the decision and left

no promises made yet I

hope and I wait.

The day gives way to another night,

another chance to fight.

This story is same as others I heard before

I only wish for an ending either

perfect or sure.