The weight of expectations, the burden we bear
We strive for excellence, with every nut and gear.
Yet amidst the melancholy of mechanical strife
We find beauty in the imperfections of life.

Fractures spread like silent cries
And fatigue whispers its bitter goodbyes.
The machines we craft, with love and care
Meet their end in a world unfair.

Oil flows like tears in the night
To ease the burden, to dim the light
But beneath the surface, the truth is clear
In the world of machines, sadness is near.

So as the pistons pump and the turbines spin
Remember the sorrow that lies within
For in this realm of mechanical art
Sadness and reality never part.

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WHEN SOMEONE IN NEED
TRIES TO PUSH YOU AWAY...
YOU HAVE TO FIND THE STRENGTH
TO HOLD ON TIGHTER.

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Me nadi ke bahav pe sawal nai uthana chahta...Me to use bas door tak
behte dekhna chahta hu..!

Zindagi kya he ?
usse koi lena dena nahi he...
Me bs zindagi jeena chahta hu..!

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Close the window that hurts you,
No matter how beautiful the Electromagnetic Spectrum is

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You never fell in Love ...
it was just a game of -
Dopamine , Oxytocin and Hormones

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i
just hate
Newton's third law

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All we have is now

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They said ,
“ Parallel lines can never
intersect each other ”

I replied ,
“ But parallel lines can walk
together till infinity ”

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You want to die ? Then
throw yourself into the sea
and you’ll see yourself
fighting to survive.

You do not want to kill yourself,
rather you want to kill something
inside of you.

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