“It’s not about reading
something,which isn’t written.
But about feeling everything
that hasn’t been expressed.”

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"May be some memories were
made a part of our journey
because they were meant to live
within me and around you. Somehow,
staying close was as effortless
as it was to breath. Be it beyond
the distances between us
or the dimensions embracing us."

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गए थे मोहब्बत के सजदे मे सर झुकाने,
और बेपनाह इश्क रूह मे उतार लाये..

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Its was only love, after all.
As selfless as their vibes around
each other. Falling since eternity,
soul to soul, life after life.

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Its transparency i seek for.

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It was the life of my emotions crying.
Everytime, I saw my faiths dying.

None of my tears spoke your name.
But it was those words who took the blame.

It was a hope of mine suffering.
Everytime, i felt my affections trying.

Me, an absolute face of your game.
Confided my love, only for it to become my shame.

Its about those nights i spent, silently praying.
Everytime, i witnessed your sins growing.

I waited and waited but none of your faiths came.
As much as i wanted nothing could go back to being the same.

Was it my care failing or our friendship shaking?
Everytime, i heard your words lying.

So was my destiny and such was my fame.
Life left me troubled, once again.

Just like, every other bargain !!

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हजारों ख्वाइशों से
जुड़ी इस ईद को,
चलो इस बार तोहफा
सिर्फ इंसानियत का दे..

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क्या पता था तुम समझ ही नही
पाओगे मेरी नज़र में अहमियत अपनी,
मैने उस फरेब को भी गले लगाया हैं
ज़िसमे हिस्सा तुम्हारा सबसे बड़ा था...

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Nothing,
about tonight feels like a gain.
After all, its just a rain
masquerading million tears
once again.

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Being drunk on her agony,
became her safest idea to survive.

Flying through the realms of pain,
the voices in her head would restlessly, rise and fall.

It wasn't just the ink of her pen,
but her blood soaked in reality.

To speak of a destiny blessed beyond fair,
or a fate cursed beyond repair.

Every word she wrote would dance on the rhythm of ironies,
drowned in the melancholy of despair.

Masking the profound sense of loss and grief,
her choice from heart became her chance through mind.

As if words were the only weed,
her soul craved for.
Be it to heal more or to feel less.

Or may be to feel nothing at all !!

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