The clock ticking it way away
Tick tock!
Rushing for the minute to meet the mate.
Every hour the minute comes
When they overlap to jump
May be a second or two
For their hearts to burn.
But oh my! Something mismatched.
Like our soul now they are parched
Waiting for the taste of that minute
The clock’s hands remained distant.
While the dawn knocked on my window
Broken, unreliable we both looked at the life apart.-
Is to wreck it first
The memories will help
To do the rest
When the damage is done
Join the gaps with the everlasting nonchalant, trust.
Pour in the imperfections
To build the beaut
The gaps becomes scars
The scars of Utopia
Alas, it’s the home of the Brute!-
I saw hope.
Looking at the child carrying two buckets and a pan
Filled with water,
Trying not to spill a quarter
Watching each stone and the curve.
Not ready to succumb
To thirst, to despair, to life.
With the wind blowing through the holes in his shirt,
I saw the ray of hope.
I saw the desire, the will to live,
To survive.
Not only is he going to quench the thirst,
I knew he will be on this same path
Carrying two buckets and a pan,
Ready to be the Paragon of hope.
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Do you feel the blue sky?
The sadness of the night.
Do you see the abysses?
Does it stare back at you?
Or do you feel one among the infinity.
Not to be found. Not be held.
Do you see the silver lining?
The ethereal home.
For now you are alive!-
She wanted to be loved so bad
Each wanted to take the soul out of her so bad
She wanted her to be the heartless one
Each wanted her to be out of her mind
She thought of forever
Each thought of her beauty
Clock ticked and reminded her of reality
Pain hammered her heart each time
Love had shown the way around
But will she be the one for her?-
Hum wo kaha ban paye
Jo tumhare chehre ki muskan ho
Hum wo kaha ban paye
Jinhe dekh tumhare aankhein sharmaye
Hum wo kaha ban paye
Jiska tum intezaar karo
Hum wo kaha ban paye
Jinhe soch tum chain ki saans lo
Lekin issi safar me ae ajnabi
Tum dharti aur mai aasman
Na mil paye, Na Juda ho paye
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I thought I was a blessing
But I realised,
I was worse than a curse.-
To feel is a blessing!
Though the brain is illusioning all the inhumanity.
Let leave the heart away from the infertile hands.
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We are animals of this civilised zoo
Behaving in the veil of democracy
We forget the innate self
The wild which we all hide behind our faces.
Pretending to know nothing about
Ustulation.
Nothing about imagination.
Busy being the puppet,
We pretend to love Love.
Censorship being our agenda
And truth being our enemy
We are fighting crime for our country
We are still fighting for our freedom.
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