“I want someone to tell me what to believe in, who to vote for, and who to love, and how to tell them. I just think I want someone to tell me how to live my life, because so far I think I’ve been getting it wrong.”

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Alfazo me nahi
Khud ko meri khamoshio me dhundho,
Jo baat reh gyi ankahi
Mera ikrar meri ankho me dhundho.

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I drew the blinds upon my windowpane,
For i wished not to see the sun.
This season has been deceiving,
Little warmth left made the run.
Balled up in a corner,
I buried my face in the pillow.
The day goes by with the tick of my clock,
As the smoke fades with gentle bellows.

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In fleeting sight, oh little bird,
Joy to see you, sweet and stirred.
“Your wings, they look so fine,” I said,
While mine, in hiding, torn and thread.
You perched, and tweeted, oh so light,
I watched, with smile, your graceful flight.
Dark feathers, but your eyes so bright,
Oh little bird, take off in flight.
When will you soar, next in the sky?
Wish to touch your visage, I sigh,
Yet fear my thorns may bring you low,
So fly, little bird, where breezes blow.
Perched on my window, you might come,
I hope to keep my sanity, some.
Or maybe i would had finally succumbed,
To deep darkness where melancholy hummed.

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Beneath the moonlit spell,
he shared affection's song,
His tipsy words,
a melody that didn't last long.
With dawn's embrace,
the memory did flee,
Yet she cradles those tipsy verses,
a nocturnal reverie.

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In whispers shared, hearts intertwined,
A silent yearning, connections undefined.
Dreams departed, left her pining,
In memories, their bond’s silver lining.

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Foolish was I to fall for your vulnerabilities,
With no wish to own you but to set you free.
But what looked gold,
Turned out to be another typical.
Yet I wish you to sleep in peace,
Always guarded by angels above.
And it's a farewell,
As I finally gave up.

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Alfazo ka muqaddar itna hi tha ki mere jazbaton ko maqbool na kar payein,
Bandeya yeh teri berukhi thi ya meri khudgarzi ki itne pass hoke bhi ishq kabool na kar payein.

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Storm is raining on my pillow,
Should I succumb to this growing darkness,
Or should I cling to the last thread of hope,
For now, I feel I've lost my way back home,
Can you hear me calling out for you?
My voice is muffled by your false promises.
Who should I trust my vulnerabilities with?
My soul was scarred, and you killed the remains.
Once softer, like a feather, now my edges have turned sharp.
I'm afraid I might cut anyone who tries to rescue me,
Is it my way of reducing casualties
That I wish to be lost in another world?
I have cried and slept in fear,
Until I hit rock bottom,
Yet you never cared to change.
Haven't I missed you?
Haven't I cried to you?
And I am still missing you,
But not the person you became.
I miss the one I fell for madly and unconditionally.
Yes, I was ready to give it all up,
But you made me question my efforts,
They were never met with the same vigor.
Or maybe I am tired,
The baggage on these worn-out shoulders is too heavy,
My eyes behold the longing of being free, maybe for a while.
And you say, 'I'm there and I have it all together,'
But now everything is dark,
Now everything is lost.

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Walking through the labyrinth of past,
I met you once again,
The silvery voice filled my head,
My heart was smiling,
And tears rolled down the cheeks,
For this shall too would pass away,
Waking up midst of night again.
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