## It Smells Like my Room : ये कमरा मेरा है #Poetry गुंचा मेरी ख्वाहिशों का, उड़ान मेरी निढाल हो, या नाचे काया मेरी उतरन, सलवटें, अधजले ख़्वाब चाय एक प्याली, झोंका भर नींद मेरी मेरी ज़िद, मेरा गुमान वो मेरे होने की बू मेरा नंगापन सब यूं ही फैला रहने दो ये कमरा मेरा है International Version There is a window of possibilities There is a lamp which welcomes me Everytime i enter my room Some half read books Some half hearted efforts Some half written poems Moments of being a loser Smoke of some Burnt relationships Broken promises, stupid compromises Being proud, being Scared That smell of My existence That indiscipline of being me Let it all be scattered like that Because this is my Room   ##### Context Note This room is the smell of my own existence. Half read books, half hearted efforts, half written poems, the smoke of burnt relationships, the pride and the fear. Let it all stay scattered just like this, because this room is mine. This is the second part of the room poems. 2016-05-01