जो मुफ्त होना चाहिए हमें महंगा पड़ गया,
आज़ादी की कीमत लग गयी,
और बहुतों का खून बह गया।

सरहदों पर वो खड़े हैं ताकि हम सुकून से सोएं,
घर-परिवार तो उनका भी है,
गर्व है लेकिन खुशी पर एक आँसू तो वो भी रोए।

चलो एक वादा करते हैं आज हम,
इस आज़ादी को बरकरार रखने का।
देश तो स्वतंत्र है हमारा,
अब समय है सोच को स्वतंत्र करने का।

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We are hurt not by their actions,
But only by their unexpected ones.
The key is to keep things realistic,
And understand that all of us are different.

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The mother didn’t know if her son would return.
The wife still waited for her husband to come.
The son stood there with his broken toy, waiting for his father to mend it.
The daughter sat at the door, looking for a manly shadow walking towards their home.
The son, the husband, the father would return - hesitating, he promised while fixing his cap
and walking away in the gorgeous camouflage. His eyes were doubtful and so were their tears.
There was pride, there was pain, there was longing and there was belief.
Yes, a soldier would return but living or not - that’s the question.

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You come every night,
Hold me cold and tight.
I don’t want you to come,
Still I long for some.
I put on a smile,
And few minutes mean a mile.
You don’t know what I feel,
My emotions lie underneath a deal.

You hold a can of beer,
My body lies there mere.
Tears roll down my cheek,
My voice gets meek.
My heart becomes heavy,
With you sipping bevvy.
You don’t know what I feel,
You consume me like your meal.

You buy me with some notes,
My pride on a hanger of coats.
I invite you to my room,
Cursed by a life long doom.
I am not the only one,
What we do is not for fun.
You don’t know what I feel,
Prostitution never lets my soul heal.

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Let me stay in the darkness, my love.
Light brings your true face in front of me.

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I was that one friend who was left behind.

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FOR ALL THOSE WHO WRITE,
To begin with, you are neither an engineer nor a doctor. You don't bear a B.Tech degree or an MBBS stamp. You are not always found in the classrooms. People question you twice to understand your profession. At times, people laugh at you - sometimes at your choices and sometimes at the way you perceive things. If all this is what that happens with you, congratulations! You are a writer.
Now there are some who hold those prestigious degrees and still choose to write. There lies my point. Being a writer doesn't require eligibilities or rules and regulations. You don't even need to study for degrees. It doesn't matter if you choose to be a writer or an engineer or doctor or anything for that matter along with being a writer, what matter is that you write.
Sometimes it gets difficult to explain your guardians that you want to be a writer. Well, our society doesn't accept it. Infact, there are people who straight away question, "Engineering or medical?" Okay! A WRITER! That's a profession, a hobby, an insight, a feeling.
I CHOSE TO BE A WRITER AND YOU CAN'T QUESTION ME TWICE.

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You throw me because I am a piece of broken glass bothering you.
Wait for the day when I become a mirror and you look at me.

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You laught at my loneliness.
Who's yours in that crowd ?

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Something tells me that you are still alive.
Your giggling is still heard in the corners of the house.
It still feels as if you are fighting with me over that last spoon of chocolate ice-cream.
Five years have past but still, if anything is lost, I consider it to be your prank.
Dear sister, I still miss you.

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