Na jane kisko smjhane ki koshish hai aakhir,
Na jane kis se chupane ki koshish hai aakhir,
Sach ka pta toh dil hi jane,
Phir kis se pta lagane ki koshish hai aakhir.

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Aaj holi ke rangon mei bhi voh baat nahi thi
Jo zameen se uthakar mujhe falak par bithaya karti thi..
Mehak unki andar tab ghar kar leti..
Shabir fizaa mei mujhko milaya karti thi..

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And my inner self came out of its illusions once again to realise it had all me.
"Welcome Back!" I said.

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Koi kaise tanha voh raaz jaan paata,
Jab chupaye usne khud k andar hi rakhe the..
Dil khada tha Be Khauf unka muhaafiz bankar,
Jo tamam alfaazon mei kahin dabe the...

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The girl behind that window!

I peek down from the gap between,
Those rusty closed windows.
From the black hole lost and hidden,
I dive into the echo.
I was too a gracious child, a mellow,
A melodious marverick.
Dancing like a ballet girl,
Pirouetting in the middle.

They picked me up from the hills and city,
Abducted in an empty tillage.
I was burnt like firewoods,
Cut like animals,
Sadists lusted in hunger.
Played behind the jazz music,
Romance brutally thundered.

Opposite fables were not my dreams,
I made an unintentional compromise.
Broken, bruised, blue and ridden,
No hope is in my eyes.
I don't see any grassylands,
Bareness gives me fright.
Incarcareted in a faded quarter,
My soul is fastened tight.

I scream at every gust of air,
I ask the light that glares.
I beg every piece of filth to tell,
"Where do I lie beneath the sky?"
Can you phrase a little louder,
And send me away your sound?
Let me know, there is life to live,
So that I no more howl.

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Tu bhi seedha dilkash mujh pe vaar kar raha hai..
Hum bhi baitha idhar tera deedar kar raha hai..
Adayein teri ka na mul hai koi..
Hum jaante hain..
Tu hamnafas, aaj fir se chup k izhaar kar raha hai..

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Tum aana thehar jane k liye..
Tum aana thehar jane k liye..
Na mangu aur, na kuch chahne k liye,
Tum aana thehar jane ke liye..
Na koi khwahish meri, na koi krne hain shikwe..
Kafi sehme panchi k bache hain pal jitne..
Kehna hai..
Tum aana thehar jane k liye..
Haan maut.. Tum aana bas thehar jane k liye..
Thehrav koi lafz suka fuka nahi..
Thehrav koi lafz suka fuka nahi..
Isko toh paana hai.. Us Shehar jane k liye..
Tum ana bas thehar jane k liye..
Lambi meri zindagi, ya lambe afde dafde hain..
Sari hi umar kehte rehne yeh jhagde hain..
Humse ab aur yeh jhootha gaon dekha jata nahi..
Dwar ke us taraf, is taraf se dekha jata nahi..
Behke hain pal, yeh sara waqt ka khel hai..
Waqt hai bhi ya nahi.. Yeh jhanjhat sammel hai..
Mera har alfaaz ke na jane kyun ishare mei voh aata hai, main chahun usko na likhna.. Voh phir bhi likha jata hai.. Meri har chitthi mei swaalaat kuch us se kiye jaate hain.. Ghar k aur bahar... Gham k bhi patte khole jate hain..

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Kya krun byaan is zindagi k is afsaane ka,
Thehri huyi hai baat, par guzar chuke us zamane ka,
Na ghadi na pal, nikla nahi hai waqt kuch zayada,
Par lagta hai lamhaa beeta gya hai kuch zayada..

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Bheed mei aksar hum akele paye jate hain,
Akele hote huye hum baakhubi mukammal paye jate hain..
Kafi ajab sa yeh khel lagta hai duniya ka.. ab..
Sab hote huye kuch nahi, aur na hote huye har cheez k sath paye jate hain hum..

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*Genuine creativity doesn’t exist, particularly in a cosmic sense. Living beings don’t create life, they re-purpose existing matter into offspring. Nothing has been created since the Big Bang. All we can do is rearrange the stuff we find around us. If you want to be more creative, stop waiting for inspiration and start experimenting. Creativity isn’t creation at all, it’s reorganization.*

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