Equilibrium.

In a turbulent universe.

Yes, you are tired.

But, no matter how much you crib, 

you cry, you ache, you pine.

Remember, 

its only between

shrinking under your own gravity,

and exploding out of it,

that you shine.

If you are a star,

maintain that equilibrium.

And it'll all be fine.

Potter's stories...

कुछ सीली हुई कहानियाँ 

कुछ सीली हुई कहानियाँ 
जो बरसती हुई खामोशी तुम्हारी 
सवालों की गीली मिटटी को 
चाक पर चढ़ा कर लिख रही है  

जल रहीं हैं,
तुम्हारी पलकों की आंच पर 
रोज़ पढता हूँ। 

धूप में तुम्हारी 
ये सख्त हो न जाएँ 
मै डरता हूँ। 

मै डरता हूँ 
ये तुममें खो न जाएँ। 
मै डरता हूँ 
तुम इन-से (इन जैसे ) हो न जाओ 

सख्त। 

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Because.

You exist. 

You exist
as summer 
somewhere today.
You exist.
also in my memory 
right here each day
still making my winters 
beautiful.

You exist
in spaces
between these frost particles
as color,
crimson
carved on white branches,
like a lone painter
has painted a smile
with solid lines
which move
on his canvas
to create happiness.

You exist.

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