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चाय की चुस्की के साथ, अक्सर कुछ गम भी पीती हू
मिठास कम है ज़िन्दगी मे पर ज़िन्दादिली से जीती हू..

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मेरे दिल की सूखी पड़ी इस ज़मी
को तुमने अपने इश्क से भीगा दिया
हुआ कुछ ऐसा की,
तेरे इश्क की कमी ने मेरी दिल कि
ज़मीं को फिर से बंजर बना दिया।

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Under the scorching torridity of the sun,
Came a bizarre incident in front of them.
A hidden truth to which they were unknown,
Revealed in their life in the form of plastics.
Plastics help them to earn two square meals of the day,
At the age of playing with plastics they are picking plastics.
The only thing that is not of plastic is their heart,
Ragpicker's life starts with plastics and even ends too.

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I can conquer this whole world for u until and unless someone other is not holding your hands beside me.A tortured and heartbroken boy said after the second proposal.💔
Was this my mistake that I fell in love wid a stranger's heart. I can't survive wid such a stupid fellow;who don't even understands my emotions. The girl went off wid a heavy heart💔.

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Once came a demon that whispered in my ears... "U r the one who can't face even a single sqall in ur life".

The day the demon came back. I told him straight forwardly that the sqall that u r talking about is none other than me.

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The pen and the paper once fought war
But the words of wisdom had great valour

The pen said yes but the paper refused
Between the war the words got bruized

The fractured words bid farewell;but
The paper invited them to dwell

All the confusions got clear
Bcz the war went too rear

Pen and paper met again to fall in love
This was the reason for which they evolved

Serenity in my mind wid positivities
And endingly the pen nd paper showed relativity

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Antecedently bringing herself into solidity;she climched to let her mother be alive,for this she sacrificed her life.
Well she was a daughter in the womb.

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The silence in my little talks,
The stillness in my moonlit walks,
The truth behind my unsaid lies,
The fall before my genuine rise,
Are almost enough to scare me.
I have become a statue of
Bittersweet feelings and emptiness.
I have felt the brunt of
This-ease like a disease.
I am a numb, dead inside.
Some deep emptiness haunts my deep stress,
Ahhh! My soul also sarcasm,
It's killing me not wholly but gently,
First my skin then bone
and then the unknown soul.
May be I'll become a beautiful devil,
A heartless monster, an angel of pain,
But that emptiness weighs the most,
The loneliness and emptiness had a silent,
Conversation over a cup full of tears and grief..

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