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Habits : A way of life

I call it a habit,its not.

this tumultuous urge
to answer and question
before your question
and after few replies,
this wrath of words
that bite you
and me alike;

Its a key to moods,
to get irritated at rotten moments,
to enable joys at your mere mention,
to feel upbeat to have you with me,
and to put to death anything that bothers you.

I call it a habit,its not.
Its just me.
As I am for you.

Prompted @ Sunday Whirl
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Below is an almost similar feelings expressed in hindi.
(dedicated to my love)

aadatein …

saanson se bhi tez
sunai padti hain,
shabdon se pehle
hi bun jaati hain,
ek jawaab ,
kuch sawaal,
jis se na tum bachte ho,
na hi main khud.

bas aadat hai,
jhallane ki har us baat par
jo khatakti hai mujhko,
sanwaarne ki har wo din
jo tere naam se shuru ho,
aur paane ki har wo khushi
jo teri aadat ban gayi ho,

aadatein,
teri,
tere pyaar ki,
meri,
mere ajeeb izhaar ki …

aadatein,
main un se hoon,
vo mujhse hain.

🙂

He – she – Love


जो मिले नहि कभी राहों में
आज मिलते हैं इक दूजे की बाहों में
सपनों का जिनको शौक ना  था
आज कहते हैं खुदा से , सच हो हर  दुआ  ..

(This is specially for Ibeingme )

Translation:

they never crossed
each other’s path
yet today they stay
in each other’s heart;
they never dared
to cherish a dream
yet whisper prayers
to make love happen still.

And now to the 3WW poem :

He illustrates love
not with red roses
that she might falsely like;
but with sallow leaves
handpicked from the way
she likes to be green.