Ironies!!

The cacophonous laughter
And the laughing cacophony.
Life's paradoxes
And the paradoxes that are life.
Glorious Moments
And the Momentous Glory.

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Anonymous said…
jaise mutthi bhar dunia..
ya mutthi mein dunia..

pyaar mein duriiyaan
aur doodiyoon mein bhi pyaar ..

jaise kavita ki taarif
ya taareef ki kavita

yai toh antardwand hai..
jis tarah piroya apne in panktiyoon mein..
humko pasand hai..
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