The Calligraphy Of Life Was colourful and Blunt 
At Times Words Were Sharp and Heavy To Hunt ,

But I Flew Away As Far As I Could With Wingspans Of Power I Flew ...

Where Did I Flew ? 
Towards The Bade Adieu Self Which I Started Through."

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Trajectory!!!

"With little Respect I Bid Adieu To Something I Was Once And Started New ,
Pen Slips Away at Times and Sometime Pages are Few ,
I Gather My Courage and Dare To Do .
Followed >>>>

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"What Am I, If I Feel The Despair At Depth and Joy all Too Far...

Careless They Say, Weak They Pray ....Some other to Another, I Am Who I Am I Say ..."

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"छोड़ो अब काफ़ी वक्त गुजर गया।
परदेह पर था जो हसीन मंजर अब बदल गया।
दिल अब झूठे इत्तेफ़ाक से सेहम गया।
राह देखकर अब मुसाफ़िर का वेहम गया।
छोड़ो अब काफ़ी वक्त गुजर गया।"

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Kya Yahi Tum Ho ??

"Puchbhi liya karo humein ki kaha ghum ho ??
Kuch khwaishein bhi hein ?
Kyu gumsum ho??
Kya Bechini hein Tumhein ?
Kyu khamosh tum ho?
Ajaan muqaddar ke musafir ho koi??
Kya Yahi Tum Ho ?? "

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We are media...,
Patronizing factual Double Standards,
Fake Propoganda, agenda , transcript and Fake erranders.

We were the media ..
Which Unified the freedom struggle,
We were the media...
Which Blocked Imperial Power Snuggle ,
We were the media which Questioned emergency...
We were the media ..
Who rejected the edificed Communal tendencies ...
Why are we lost Now ???
Where did we go???
Are we mere words on paper or a TV Daily Soap !
We were the media
The guardian of people...
Now what are we Aesop Fables !!

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We Are The Media !!!

We are the media ...,
The 4th pillar of Democracy,
And a fair Proponent of Autocracy.

We are Media ..,
Scandalizing Victims by replays ,
Demoralising the issues with strategical political gameplays.

We are the media ...,
Depriving ourself of Moral Responsibility,
Glorifying unfactual irrationality.

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"Mein kya kahu kehna tha mujhe Jo,
Kisi aur ke lafzon se baya Karu,
Baya kar bhi du mere alfazo sey,aaye khuda ...,
Magar, yeh iltija, guzarish, adhuri hogi.."

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The Sharpness of speech,
The calmness of heart,
Are needed to be found in the day and dark,
The silliness, those whimsical Thoughts,
Are replaced by loneliness drought.
The words these days are like silence on a never ending road ,
And as depth and intense as the Oceanic floor .

Things would be better if you let the sun set ,
And let the fresh Breeze in and rest,
Let Yourself out on a search of an island New,
And Fall In love with Thought of You ...

End

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'Thought of you ...'
There are no emojis these days ,
Something's Bothering You ?
I guess it's something from the past that gathering through.
That old smile, that Wiggle is lost somewhere,
Seems some personal miseries are to take care.
That Curly Mess that earthy wine ,
That stubbornness like cute divine is lost somewhere need to find ...

Continued ...

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