किसी दामन से भी फिसलते
तो मान लेते हम
किस कदर पर ढेर हुआ ये आस्मां
कि मिट्टी में तक दफन न
क्या मक्फी हैं या कोई बंदिश
तुम कहो तो हैं
पर दिखे न हम

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Oh how deprived I feel, my lips haven't had
a feel good read in such a long time.

I once was drenched with kiss of ink
but now even a graze of paper falls to brew.

I am parched, god knows it's true
nothing I write, nothing I speak
even screaming my literary possessions
pushes me away like a force reckoned.

When did I start drifting away?
When did my pen slipped away?

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I owe life some stories.
It owes me some lessons.

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There's a beautiful tragedy
in the blue gradient of dusk.
I look at it and feel as if
two parallel worlds
of the same universe
in two different time
hold agony of something.
Like an apology for past,
sympathy for present
and hope for a forever
that might never happen.

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I can't guide you on this path.
Shall I tell a tale of another?

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And I shall bestow upon you
the words of a silent tragedy
as you walk down a path
of screaming destiny.
For you shall know,
all that could happen
and all that goes
and all that didn't
in worse of the unknown.

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Writing....is frustrating.
You see, it's hard enough
for an individual to
acknowledge or understand
their own existence.
But to create another one
out of yourself,
feels like shedding oneself apart
layer by layer,
with each piece you write.
They all are yours but not you.
They all have a piece of you
but that's all they are at a time.
Just a piece,
not the complete you.
Is this not an irony of identity?

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थोड़ा और किसी काम आ जाते हम
थोड़ा और इस्तेमाल हो जाते हम,
यूँ तो कर्ज़दारी की ज़रुरत नहीं
थोड़ा और किसी पर खर्च हो जाते हम

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Her frozen spirit on the skin
and oh,
those drained ocean eyes,
the night in her hair kissing
drenched red lips
with damned lives,
brushing off the bones
of those who dared to bleed,
she was once
a soft whisper
but look how low
the world made her steep,
she was wronged
one too many times
they made her holiness
a light that had sinned.

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You shall say I have fallen
from the grace of a god
to the despairity of a demon
but remember,
I had powers
I was agony
and bliss together

so when you see my halo gone
know that my being
was only a matter of choice,
I can be the darkness itself
or the serene silent light.

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