Fed up! He walked to the rose plant,
His garden looked great, better than the others in his neighborhood.
Sat quietly, barefoot as he took the chair.
Looked at the roses and had tears as he spoke.
"You guys, don't you worry at all,
The ones that were plucked for being gifted at important occcasions.
They are resting in the dustbin, crushed.
They got used for the others,
You still have your life. Bloom well,
Bloom for yourself, enjoy your stay.
Do you think just living longer is fine?
Or did the ones who were plucked felt good?
Don't compare your timeline with them.
We humans get used too, for parents or others.
You see, I don't believe in comparisons today,
But my dad wants one as the neighbor bought one yesterday.
It's in ownership I guess,
you get used by them who own you today.

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As he pointed his finger to sky,
He saw the shapes of cloud.
His thoughts half-cooked and blurred,
His arguments racy and loud.
Soon he stood up, looked at the moon,
In evening when the moon comes to meet the sun for a little time.
When the day feels gone, yet night is to come in long time.
He sat as confused as the question of lifetime.
Who created this world?
Everyday, with curious mind he sat thinking.
"How did the leaves become what they are? How did we know what to call ourselves?"
His eyes would desire to dive deep in ocean.
His hands would want to feel how the moon was.
Yet, he would go to sleep every night.
As he saw the seven-star constellation,
He wanted to build a roundtrip space-way around it.
Just so he could see what it held.
And when came the morning, he would go to work.
Worked all day, came back, and took a bath.
Would go up again and be confused again.
Different things, different days, different questions.

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He put up the music
And danced like no one was there.
Blind, his eyes.
Yet, ears better than everyone else,
He was dancing in a room full of people.
He knew, they were there,
But who cared? They thought he doesn't know,
Yet, he thought! What will I SEE? Disappointment?
Judgment?
He danced off because he wanted to.
He lived, because he wanted to.
Soon, few of them started dancing in the room.
Blind, he didn't care if there was competition for it.
He danced for himself, his soul, his passion.
No eyes, yet he saw, no vision, yet he enjoyed.
With all other senses, one up than everyone else.
He didn't care who was dancing with him,
He danced, danced, and danced all day.

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And as he looked at the flame,
He put out the burning candle.
As he closed his eyes,
he saw life, unfolding colors he had never seen,
The sensations of being touched while no one was around.
And in front of the mirror as he stood alone,
He saw 3 of them smiling right at him.
Soon as he closed his eyes he fell,
His throat slit, his blood spraying through,
There was peace, standing beside him.
Smiling at him, as his body felt lighter.
Soon he felt nothing, who knows where he was gone.
The cops, the investigators, reporters, family.
No one knew, what unfolded in that little place.

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वो नही है, तो बस राह तकता हूं,
में खुदसे मिलने से पहले, उससे मिलता हूं
रूबरू होता हूं उससे, फिर खुदकी तलाश करता हूं
आदत से, यादों से, जाती नही है
में रखता भी इसी तरह हूं उसे
हर घम उसकी खातिर में बर्दाश्त करता हूं— % &

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जनाब,

गुनगुनाती तो नही
पर सारा समा सुरमई कर रखा है
उसने ए यारों
इत्र बातों में घोल रखा है
नज़रों करम का सबब है ये
की उसने
हमें अपना दीदार चुन रखा है

— % &

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Woh tumhe bigger picture dekhne ko kahenge,
Par yaad rahe, tumhe jo pasand hai woh karne se bada bigger picture koi nahi hai.
— % &

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Aa prem, dukh, pida, kaij amthu nathi.
Tu nathi to sachhej kai gamtu nathi.
Tu paase hoy tyare pan aam samip besva nu man thaay chhhe,
Tu malej nai tyare aa jivan ma kai jaamtuj nathi.— % &

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Kya chahiye?
Woh shaks jiske saath
Anjaane gaaon ke nadiya kinare baith kar,
Bass shaam ke hone ka luft uthaya jaaye,
Bass subha ke aane par dil lutaya jaaye.

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Aap janab, badan se dur aaiye.
Ye nazdikiyan apne aap badh jayegi.

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