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Vibha Katare

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रंग भरे जुराबों की विरह व्यथा तेरे बिन मैं अधूरा, मेरे बिन तेरा कोई मोल नहीं, फिर क्यों बिछड़ जाते हैं हम बार बार, कभी धुलने में, कभी सूखने में, कभी सूखने के बाद उठने में, छोड़ जाती हो कभी तुम जूते के चमड़े की सड़न में, और महकते हो तुम कम्फर्ट कंडीशनर में, कभी झूलता रहता हूँ कई दिन बालकनी की रस्सी पर, फिर भीगता फिर सूखता बारिश के मौसम में, तुम आराम करती गोदरेज की महँगी अलमारी में, या फिर साथ छोड़ देती हो मेरा बालकनी से सोफे तक पहुँचने के सफर में, कहीं किसी कोने में, बच्चों की खिलौनों में मैं करता तुम्हारा इंतज़ार..... तुम्हारा better half... तुम्हारा जुड़वा जुराब... #yqbaba #puppetshow #puppeteer #जुराब

रंग भरे जुराबों की विरह व्यथा तेरे बिन मैं अधूरा, मेरे बिन तेरा कोई मोल नहीं, फिर क्यों बिछड़ जाते हैं हम बार बार, कभी धुलने में, कभी सूखने में, कभी सूखने के बाद उठने में, छोड़ जाती हो कभी तुम जूते के चमड़े की सड़न में, और महकते हो तुम कम्फर्ट कंडीशनर में, कभी झूलता रहता हूँ कई दिन बालकनी की रस्सी पर, फिर भीगता फिर सूखता बारिश के मौसम में, तुम आराम करती गोदरेज की महँगी अलमारी में, या फिर साथ छोड़ देती हो मेरा बालकनी से सोफे तक पहुँचने के सफर में, कहीं किसी कोने में, बच्चों की खिलौनों में मैं करता तुम्हारा इंतज़ार..... तुम्हारा better half... तुम्हारा जुड़वा जुराब... #yqbaba #puppetshow #puppeteer #जुराब

Akshay Vasu

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He always moved his fingers while laughing at the puppet that he was moving. One day he looked up and saw a puppeteer moving his fingers and making him move. And as long as his eyes could reach, the numbers of the puppeteers who moved other puppeteers grew. Someday, somehow, he escaped and heard about the mountain on the top of which he would see the last puppeteer, who moved the last puppet. He kept climbing that mountain while he saw his reflections beside him as he moved. For every little distance he covered, his reflections changed. He kept climbing looking at his reflections, watching the puppeteers and their puppets. In the end, when he couldn't move anymore, he realized that the last puppet and the last puppeteer didn't exist. None of those reflections were true. And that mountain would never end. ©Akshay Vasu The last puppet and puppeteer #akshayvasu #puppet #puppeteer #reflections

He always moved his fingers while laughing at the puppet that he was moving. One day he looked up and saw a puppeteer moving his fingers and making him move. And as long as his eyes could reach, the numbers of the puppeteers who moved other puppeteers grew. Someday, somehow, he escaped and heard about the mountain on the top of which he would see the last puppeteer, who moved the last puppet. He kept climbing that mountain while he saw his reflections beside him as he moved. For every little distance he covered, his reflections changed. He kept climbing looking at his reflections, watching the puppeteers and their puppets. In the end, when he couldn't move anymore, he realized that the last puppet and the last puppeteer didn't exist. None of those reflections were true. And that mountain would never end. ©Akshay Vasu The last puppet and puppeteer #akshayvasu #puppet #puppeteer #reflections

Akshay Vasu

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#OpenPoetry What if the puppet is you, and you are the puppeteer too. What if the strings you are pulling is the one that is making you dance. What would happen to the puppet, if the puppeteer left it behind and went in search of something that he could never find? And what would happen to the puppeteer, if he came back and could never find the puppet he left behind? - Akshay Vasu The puppet and the puppeteer #OpenPoetry

#OpenPoetry What if the puppet is you, and you are the puppeteer too. What if the strings you are pulling is the one that is making you dance. What would happen to the puppet, if the puppeteer left it behind and went in search of something that he could never find? And what would happen to the puppeteer, if he came back and could never find the puppet he left behind? - Akshay Vasu The puppet and the puppeteer #OpenPoetry

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What if the puppet is you, and you are the puppeteer too. What if the strings you are pulling is the one that is making you dance. What would happen to the puppet, if the puppeteer left it behind and went in search of something that he could never find? And what would happen to the puppeteer, if he came back and could never find the puppet he left behind? - Akshay Vasu The puppet and the puppeteer #puppet #puppeteer #akshayvasu #quotes #poems #poetry #words #search #find

What if the puppet is you, and you are the puppeteer too. What if the strings you are pulling is the one that is making you dance. What would happen to the puppet, if the puppeteer left it behind and went in search of something that he could never find? And what would happen to the puppeteer, if he came back and could never find the puppet he left behind? - Akshay Vasu The puppet and the puppeteer #puppet #puppeteer #akshayvasu #quotes #poems #poetry #words #search #find