Your eyes,
I hate them as much as I love them,
Your eyes,
They are beautiful,lovely,
They have the rarest shade of brown,
Your eyes,
They are the purest, that one can see,
Yet I hate them,
Your eyes,
They reveal your heart's truest feelings,
In them, I see kindness, generosity,
But no love for me... 

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Wish I could see the sign of you leaving,
Missing keys, packed bag, or anything..
You found yourself stuck,
You tried talking, every night, but I was drunk..
I am sober now, but what for.
I've always been a day behind you..
You called out for me yesterday,
I am here today, but you are gone now..

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Wish you could see love and not the world,
And if you could see the world in me, the better,
I had leaped for you, darling, these stars and sky,
If you could just jump a fence, the better...

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Lying is hopeless
It fills you with guilt, that's all
But we could've met

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Some time in solitude,
And you will know,
That want to touch, to feel another skin,
And those whispers or loud noises of neighbours,
You would long for any sound but your blood's,
hitting against the heart wall.

But if u sit in solitude a little more,
You will know,
There's no place better than this,
You will feel the blood flowing in your veins,
And how your lungs relaxes and expand,
Your inner conscience will talk to you,
In voice you never know you had,
About thoughts, you never thought you had.

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There are thousand of glass walls between us,
Hidden to the naked eyes,
But their presence irresistible.
These walls so peculiarly made,
I break the one on my end to reach you,
And the one on the farthest end,
at your side,breaks and hits you.
The wall shatters, but we both bleed in process,
And we can go on, breaking these walls,
But we'll both collapse, before the mid wall.
So, I cage myself within these walls,
And you, on the other side of these walls.

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These winds, they feel different ,
Don't you create them now?
They don't have your fragrance,
And my throat aches,
while breathing in this new air,
Every bit of your absence hurt..

-Ekansh

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माथे पर हैं चांद सजा , और ज्योत आंखों मे जल रही ।
दशकों से वो यादों मे साथ हमारे चल रही ।

शायक को श्रंगार बनाए,  युद्ध भूमि की ओर बढ़ गयी।
नारी वो स्वाभिमानी देखो, अपनी माटी के लिए लड़ गयी।

शोर हुआ, आवाज उठी , नीव स्वराज की डल गयी।
रानी की तलवार से उम्मीद की चिंगारी जल गयी।

माथे पर हैं चांद सजा , और ज्योत आंखों मे जल रही ।
दशकों से वो यादों मे साथ हमारे चल रही ।

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Sometimes the work is less,
Sometimes I go home early,
Time when it dawns on me,
The "emptiness" of the home.
The keys jingle,
Door opens moving the dust aside.
The sipped glass of water is still there,
Where I left it in the morning.
Everything is unmoved.
Everything is untouched.

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I love the waves,
They pass by, splendid,
Ignorance of my existence,
Keeping distance, abstaining touch.
They pass by, splendid,
Rambling in the chastity.

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