finding something to hold on to
something to make sense for
even a few seconds
reminiscing loudly about being young
with drinks mixed with nostalgia in hand
finding new problems to solve
even if they don't feel yours
finding new problems to have
especially if they can break your heart
wondering when we all grew up
why the jokes the laughs didn't change
holding on to a shot of whiskey
holding on to a that one thing from school
holding on to loves long lost
holding on to the friends who know you
a little better than you know yourself
holding on to home that keeps vanishing
finding myself to hold on to
but I can find myself
so it's all the rest that keep me
standing in this bumpy ride.

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She was a rainbow. But he is colourblind

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The days have gone
And still an awkward silence is stays
The momentum long lost
Lost beyond my thinking
And this awkward silence stays

The wrds dont come anymore
The lines dont rhyme anymore

But this heart speaks too loud
The only possibility is death

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Kya fayda IPL dekhne ka .
Jab tum khud ke liye boundries bnana hi nhi seekh paye .

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Panne ab naraj hain mujhse
Kalam ki syahi murda hogyi
Kehte hain ki tum udas ho
Jo itne dino se hmse khfa hogyi

Tasweero mai muskan.
Mano murde m bhrni ho jaan
Hnsi . Bs ek shbd hai .
Or ratein bechain hogyi .

Lakh smjhaya tha dil ko
Magar Titli wale sapno mai
Mai pighal gyi .
Ab jab loti hu Jameen pr
To haryali jameen banjar hogyi

Na hai aaasra
Dil mai panpti aag hai
Din rat aise hi dhlte .
Ishq ka falsafa kya itna khak hai .

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We re lovers only during the good times
And a burden to each other in the bad times .

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Every heart sings a song
Late at night
Some dare to write
While some bleed
Through their eyes

I dont know who am I
But when tears are in my eyes
I know i am still alive to write
What is buring me inside

Miss you a lot
Missing our old fight .
Its hurting me
All the midnight .

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he is a museum of all the things i have ever touched.
an anchor for the wounded and the lost. and if you ask me, i will tell you that .
he is always worth the chaos, worth every dream i was jostled from. because when i told him i never learnt to cook and could only write to satiate hunger,
he told me he eats poetry for breakfast.

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Char kadam aage chle
To 2 kdm piche htkr bhi wo sochta hai
Jarurt khud ko jyada ho
Par oro ki wo sochta hai

Jimmedari sar pr rkhr wo chlta hai
Yariyo ke dhago ko wo
khub piroh ke chlta hai
Wo mohhabat to karta hai
Bs nam dene se darta hai

Kal ki soch m duba huwa
Wo khamosh sa rehta hai
Wo sb kuch khud pr leta hai
Or kisi se na kehta hai


Use jarurt hai intjaar ki
Use jarurt hai sath ki
Par wo sbse alg rehta hai
Kisi se na kehta hai

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Thak gyi hain ,
Himmte ,
Tufaan ht te nhi ,
Na bajuwo mai itni takat
mkaam bnte nhi ,
girte hain smbhlte v hain ,
Pr bojh bde chanchl v hain ,
dgmgati hai , dharey ki neeve ,
shk hota hai khud pr ,
shk hota hai khud pr ,
Hoti hai mehnt pata hai
Hojate hain din , rat ek pata hai ,
milti nhi hai manjile ,
Milti nhi hai manjile
Swikar krli hai , mushkile ,
hogyi hun natmastk ,

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