The Price of Winning

One day you’ll win, but feel so small,
Wear a crown, but feel the cost.
You flew so high, but lost your way,
Now trapped in gold, with none to say.
You hid your pain, to make them glad,
You smiled bright, though you were sad.
Kill your self-respect so deep,
Just to hold a bond, and weep.
Die inside, yet stay alive,
Wear a mask so you survive.
This is how some victories feel —
They shine outside, but never heal

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तुझे रोकने की साज़िशें हजार होंगी,
तेरे हौसलों के आगे सब बेकार होंगी।
तू बस अपने इरादों पर कायम रह,
तेरी हर उड़ान खुद एक मिसाल होगी।

-Devi

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हमारे वक़्त को थोड़ी सी वक़्त की ज़रूरत थी...
वक़्त से पहले वक्त को समझ जाते तो बातकुछ और होती...

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खोने का ग़म सदियों से था...
मिलने की ख़ुशी से रूबरू हो पाते तो बात कुछ और होती...

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पाने के बाद खोने का डर तो दोनों को था. लेकिन कद्र करना सीख जाते तो बात कुछ और होती..

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हमारे वक़्त को थोड़ी सी वक़्त की ज़रूरत थी...
वक़्त से पहली वक्त को समझ जाते तो बातकुछ और होती...

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बातों से हर बात को सुलझा तो लेते हो,
खामोशी समझ कर गले लगा पाते तो बात कुछ और होती....

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अक्सर लोग गलती को आखिर गलती समझ के माफ कर देते हैं, तुम पहला गलती समझ कर भूल पाते तो बात कुछ और होती ....।

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One day, everything will be fine when you can find contentment in not being fine.
One day, everything will be fine when you can't accept that everything is already fine.
One day, everything will be fine when you can only regret but can't refine.
One day, everything will be fine when you have a bright future, but the present is trapped in morphine.
One day, everything will be fine when everyone is yours, but you belong to none.

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In shadows' dance, I find my plea, To soar above and break free.
The weight of darkness pulls me low,
Yet, within, a spark does glow.

Let me fly, where stars align, In ethereal realms, dreams entwine.
To soar on wings of hope's embrace, In boundless skies, find my place.

Let me die, to be reborn, In whispers of the early morn.
To shed the burdens that confide, And in the heavens, peace reside.

I'm okay, or so I say, Though tempests rage, my heart does sway.
A brave facade, I can't deny, But deep within, my truth does lie.

In this fragile dance I weave, Yearning to both fly and grieve.
Yet, hope's embrace shall never wane, Guiding me through joy and pain.

So, let me fly, let me die, Within this journey, I'll comply.
For in this intricate, complex play, I'll find my truth, come what may.

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