Every story we breathe; real or imaginary, leaves a mark,
The character we are most attached to is one of our myriad facets,
Who are we know? A heap of worldly beliefs?
Pause a little, maybe a day, someone's out there knocking the door.

Who's he? The self beloved?
A part of YOU has something to say.
Grasp the hand, experience the bliss,
Leave the work and be here.
Beneath the peace, away in woods,
Pause a little, maybe a day.

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They: Of all stories, the best are found on the pages of the passport.

Me: Heard of bank statement(s) people?

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इच्छाओं के मुरीद हैं इस जहां में सभी,
रहमत के लिऐ रब का शुक्र कोई करता नहीं।

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Why are we not critical? Why are humans so emotional? The crown of the creation, very source of the universe yet we act compulsively? Why? Social media, the global distribution platform, is where hatred dwells. Open Instagram and all you have is envy, pessimism, vexation, retorts. Ask someone a question, in case it aligns with their bias, they'll spew venom, why? What is something we are doing wrong? Every other person is stressed, no one talks about contemplation, why? No one wants to listen, why? No one is ready to accept the reality, why? Are you happy? Are you? Materialistic happiness where anxiety whacks in a trice? Where are we wrong?

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Bunch of Joy. I turned nineteen yesterday. A grown-up, yet a child. In my voyage to decipher life; the ship anchored on a myriad of isles. Peace, joy, hardships, failures, and self-doubt I've experienced everything. From an atheist to a believer; from egotism to modesty, this piece of life evolved. As I am about to commence another significant journey, I was engulfed beneath anxiety. I'm not apprehensive now, all I know I've got people who'll be with me no matter what.

The love showered is beyond mere verbal expression. Thank You for being a part of my story.

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मेरा जन्मदिन।

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मुस्कुराहटों की छाव में,
ख्वाबों के तकिए तले,
खिलखिलाता वो हसीं बचपन,
खो गया इस दुनियादारी की भीड़ में।

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पूरी ना होती एक,
आशाओ के बोझ तले,
मिट जाते अनेक।

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Life is easy. Humans are complicated.

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खूबसूत तो ये जहां हैं,
देखने के लिए ठहराव चाहिए,
तेरी सूच तेरी सच्चाई नहीं,
क्यूंकि तू कभी आज में जिया ही नहीं।

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