Mirages

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Am I falling again ?

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There you stand, under the new moon,
resonating with the rumbles.
Carrying the shackles of the life,
Running along the edges of the world.
Rubbing blood on the sides of the knife.
You spell the world as e-n-d
and blame man for the life;
where f is as silent as other humans are
when they devour one of them.
So you love none,
but make love to many.
And put them to sleep in your lap,
as they miss their mother run over by the bulldozers
for the dreams of the upper echelons;
where you belong to.
Where you never felt belonged to.
For the shackles for me and you were the same,
yours just invisible.
Mine, just tempting. Your urges to give up, a bit everyday;
Mine yet to live. Wither and weep.
In the peaceful lap of someone,
have some sleep...

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If the world was bigger,
maybe we could have slept
beside each other somewhere,
undisturbed.
Pertaining in a world
under hundred wishes waiting
for their broken stars,
flaming away the night's sweat
and digging holes
a feet deep, for a dip;
to quench the thirst
of the night's dream.

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paint the stars bright, let it shower baggage of sorrows
and sing out the melancholic red night.

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Death

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मरहम ज़िंदगी भर की,
पर ज़ख्म तो रेह जाते हैं ।

ज़ुबानों से कहते हैं कुछ,
मगर लफ्ज़ कुछ और कह है ।

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Knocking on the door

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she digs a grave
and calls me in
to stay with her
finds it home
and sleeps in peace
makes the sky
a roof to her home
and paints the rain
blue

she stitches the tears
and buries the wound
calls the cuts
love of her man
and dries the tears
between her eyes
carries the world
in her knots
and silently sleeps
without peace

she's superwoman

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I am drowning

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