words started crawling out of my mind
after weaving the webs of imagination,
which used to trap stray thoughts at night.
The restlessness of the thoughts
on the strings of the woven imagination,
forced my hands to write,
the story of their great escape,
from my preoccupied, riddled mind.

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की मैं सुन नहीं पाता उसकी आवाज़
मेरी धड़कनों के शोर में ।
की उसकी मुसकान तो नजर से हटती नहीं
और उसकी आवाज़ मुझे याद नहीं ।

किस बात पे हसी थी वो,
कब थोड़ी रूठ गई थी ।
कैसी दिख रही थी ये तो बता दुंगा पर,
क्या पहना था उसने ये मुझे याद नहीं ।

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The truth will not disappear,
that the nights would be less bright,
the mornings won’t feel right
and you won’t see the same spot as me
at the same time.
The sky would hang lose,
Tides won’t follow rules
and everything you know, will die.

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जो निकले थे सच की तलाश में ,
झूठ ही झूठ मिला सच की भी लाश में ।
सच को किसने मारा आख़िर किसका था ये गुनाह ?
पता चल गया होगा उन्हें कौन था वो सरगन्हा ।
वापस ही ना आए मुझतक मेरे ही ख्याल मेरे ।
खो गए उसी रास्ते में जिसमे क़ातिल के थे छाप मिले ।

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you need me more than you want me.
When I am not just one of the options.
When it rains and the dust settles.
When the leaves fall and reappear.
Not like a jolting memory at 3 am,
painful and uncomfortable
but like an afternoon thought,
recurring and sustainable.

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Unlike me, you are a free spirit, born to explore the world.
Unlike me, you are not tied down by your own thoughts.
I cannot imagine bringing your spirit down even a little. You won't be able to fly as high with the weight of my thoughts and responsibilities.

Your happiness is bigger than my own selfish desire to be with you. So I won't even try.

I will burn inside for sure but every time I will see you smile, the heat will dissipate and I will be at ease knowing what I have saved.

Yours truly,
Side character

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प्यार तो सभी को मिलता है,
बस किसी का किसी को मिलता है |

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Whether I am with you,
whether I am without,
weather never changes,
we keep moving on.

Whether I try my best,
whether you give it all,
we might not end up together,
we might not be "us".

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Silence is the language of the unheard.
It sounds pretty strange.
I could comment on it a little more
If i could explain what I felt.
Sometimes it's inaudible,
Sometimes it screeches like hell.
Sometimes it resides within us,
Sometimes it's everywhere.

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I have been to the mountain.
I have been to the sea.
Met many people
yet here are we.
Standing a feet apart,
looking into the eyes.
What do you see?
You see you
and I see me.

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