इन्तेज़ार...और बस इन्तेज़ार..
हर दिन, हर हफ्ता, हर महीना, हर साल
इन्तेज़ार ही इन्तेज़ार

किस पंछी को तृष्णा में पानी मिला है?
किस इंसान को भ्रम में मोक्ष मिला है?

रेहता है तो बस इन्तेज़ार
कि आखिर कब वो दिन आएगा
मजनू के जैसे माशूका से एक होने का इन्तेज़ार
संत का परमात्मा से मिलने का इन्तेज़ार

ये इन्तेज़ार कितना इन्तेज़ार करवाएगा
कि उनके इन्तेज़ार में आंखें रुक ही जायें।

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When we say life is uncertain why does it seems to be just a philosophy unless we go through it.
Losing someone is painful,
Losing someone is unbearable,
Losing someone feels like an illusion.
They say time heals everything.
But what shall we do with the memories? Can it be destroyed permanently?
The pain at the very moment, can somebody stop it from growing more and more?
The anxiety of not seeing the person again, can somebody lessen it anyway?
All we can do is feeling guilty of every possibility that we had of changing the past
And all we can hear is "Everything will be fine".

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When you drown in your own hurricane of heart,
torments of past thrash you from one end to another;
Desperation to seek the shore rips you apart,
Even the thought of love makes you thudder.
Is this what you deserve? you wonder,
Scraping the numbing futile lands of torture;
What is even that you deserve for your hunger,
Lips carrying stories shut, craving for a resurrector .

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एक टकराने सी आवाज़ निकलती है
पर सुनाई नहीं देती,
एक दरार सी पड़ती है
पर दिखाई नहीं देती,
ऐसा लगता है मानो दिल टूटने ही वाला है, फिर से,
पर इंतज़ार की आदत इस कदर सी है
कि उसकी बेवफाई भी बुराई नहीं लगती।
प्यार है या ज़रूरत, फर्क करना तक मुश्किल सा है,
सेहेम सा जाता ज़रूर है ये दिल,
पर वो मरहम सा होता यूं कि शायद लड़ाई नहीं बढ़ती।
अक्सर एक मोड़ आता है जब आप रह भी नहीं पाते और निकलना भी नहीं चाहते, एक ऐसी आशिक़ी जिसमें अपनी शक्ल तक उसकी आखों में दिखाई देना बंद हो जाती है और हम हैं कि उसे प्यार बुलाते रह जाते हैं।

~ अंकिता

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And then comes the days
The pen forgets its ways
To weave words in a magical affair
They're lost struggling within the layers
Of inner insecurities and fears
Concealing beneath the tears
Now dry and cold
Gathering sights of what was once sacred
A marriage unholy, a romance manipulated.
A child wonders when it will be born,
Will it see a loving family or pictures torn.
Cursed are the wounds, unhealed,
poking in the puss with needle that hurts the pain.
Fire that's still simmering somewhere, giving warmth in one house, while burning another again.

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It is tragic when some people who are so full of life and wisdom , are cornered to suffocate, are isolated and disgraced by their close ones. You make them learn life the hard way, to trust after creating a lot of mistrust, to love after literally ripping them apart, to stay composed after bringing down storms for them. All of this unknowingly, when the only thing the person needed was you to stay, you taught them to be there for all after walking miles away.

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Uncover me. Why should I wear modesty when the world already knows of my barefaced love? If you wish to be dazzled anew by me, there’s only one cure: I must see the illusion of love.

A longing so encompassing that it blurs the divide between the sacred and the profane, union and separation, lust and liberation, ecstasy and extinction, more and no more.

A passion so adulterous that defies all codes of conduct, rules and laws of society, that cheats the world by hiding each other and lies to close ones to stay together.

Undress me. In moments of simplicity when the air would stand still gaping, and we would be sweating in oblivion.

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When they say freedom is an illusion
I run fingers through my hair
I tell them,
I've felt freedom here in the cold breeze
when I was running around on bare streets.

When they say liberation is a mental state
I trace the marks on my skin
and tell them
I've released liberation here,
in silent bites and heavy breaths.

When they say mature is what you need to act
I tell them
that there's a child in me to maintain ,
with happy wounds and muddy knees again.

So go ahead and lock the gates,
call the cops and beat to restrain,
For you can only rip the shame ,
solace of the night remains to blame.

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A baby died here.. and a mother was killed alive.
Father couldn't save the baby either,
Pain in the tears that came to life.
How well we humans mask our emotions
How well the nights conceive the lie
For the day to bring happiness and smiles
To all those who won and survived.

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I'll never be the girl
who falls in and out of love
only because my heart
wants to be with one.

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