Beyond the charades of this noise,
Lies my truth, not a borrowed choice.

Beyond the echoes of hollowed rites,
Stands my bruised self, refusing their heights.

Beyond the mirage of hope’s illusion,
Hides my heart, unchained from delusion.

Beyond the weight of worldly decree,
Rests my love—for the seeker, not for the plea

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टूटे गुल्लक के सिक्के लेकर जब मैं लौटा,
सपनों की वह गुड़िया और भी दूर हो गई।

-- अज्ञात

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Sorry, if my words cut deep,
they were meant as whispers,
not wounds in your heart.

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Love can’t flow if I’m busy proving, and she’s busy running.

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If only ....
my love for you could speak,I would question you loudly.
my scars by you could weep ,I would hold you gently.
my pain could scream, I would immortalize you for eternity.
my disappointment could wish,I would honour you quietly.

But I would not let you again ravage me unmistakenly.

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Quiet wrapped around truth like silk,
distance spoke what lips never could.
Silence masqueraded as grace,
until daylight lit the bruises it left behind.

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किसी ढलती शाम के फ़िराक से,
किसी गुनगुनी सर्द दिन के सूरज से,
किसी मुरझाती काली से,
किसी खामोश रात के सन्नाटे से,
किसी लम्बे रास्ते के मील के पत्थर से,
पूछेंगे हम कैसे हो तुम ......

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Once more I would,
have to find reasons enough in my heart,
have to find strength within to walk away, remember it all yet forget it,
smile yet brood silently,
be strong yet crave to be held.

Once more, I would have to pretend and start it all over to be broken again ...

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Stripping confidence in the mirror of soul one sees..
flaws as dark as ghetto,
insecurities as deep as a black hole,
and a void as deafening as infinity.


Cloaking it back with acceptance one feels ...
kindness pure like a child's glee,
authenticity like the first love,
and HOPE like a mother's warmth.

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हां माना की...
तुम नहीं हो, पर चादर की सलवटों में है एहसास तुम्हारा।
तुम नहीं हो, पर सूखी कलियों में है तुम्हारी जुल्फों की खुश्बू।
तुम नहीं हो, पर तुम्हारे आँचल की मीठी छाँव है।
तुम नहीं हो, पर तुम ही तो हो।

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