My love,

A blanket for the winter,

Was all we needed

to  keep us tender and snug.

Thread by thread,

Smeared with love

for Us,

I’d begun to weave.

I am so shaken

when you uttered,

One for Me

Another for You.

I am wounded,

As I realized

What you meant!

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The more I try to free myself,

I am entangled further,
entwined.

The word “Free” the cause, 
they enunciate.

Ah,  material world

Nothing is “Free” here

‘Free’, is a gimmick.

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It was a similar night,  

When crescent moon

kindled the skies,

a  tiny Lil star twinkled,

Ishaan was born.

I bore him in my heart,

The heart which lactates.

Ah,  You mortal

Measure it not!

PS: True, a father doesn't have a womb. But dare you, do not measure his love for his infant. 

Male harassment: It is neither a torment nor harassment when a male parent (father) is deprived of meeting his son for personal gain of the in-laws. Male harassment does not exist in India. (How i wish.) I missed adding this statement. "Yes, it does not tantamount to cruelty on the male parent."   :P

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The Sun and the Moon,

am sure

are a warring couple.

Neither have their eyes hooked,

Nor have they shared

an erotic  night.

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What do I write?

It's all visible

in black and white.

But, for my feelings

which never had takers.

For, they were transparent.

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Depressing thoughts

haunts all,

as one rises from slumber.

You and I included.

Didn’t you notice, 

the sun?

Gloomy and pale 

at the dawn.

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 Scared are you, Ishaan?

Of the dark-hued night.

Hold me tight,

see the

stars wink at you.

Oh my Sugar,

Enjoy the moon

rolling around you

like a ball,

appealing to you for

hide and seek together.

Just the way we did 

the hoopla,

once upon a time.

Do those days

 come running to you, ever?

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