मुझे ये डर हैं कि ये तुम्हारी कश्ती मुझे तन्हा ना कर दे
इस तड़पती रूह से फिर प्यार करेगा कौन?

ज़माना पत्थर दिल की इबादत करता हैं रोज़,
इस बेज़ुबान खामोश जिस्म का हाल अब पूछेगा कौन?

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They would reveal the fact that love can give someone the power to break you. And once you break into those million of pieces,the remains of your beating heart makes itself at home,deep in your empty chest, poking the center of your bones, reminding you of how every happiness has to end. No matter how perfect it is, some love stories have to end. Hence, when life offers you pain, it is not reasonable to grieve the happiness when it comes to an end.

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The expectations that I have are the only thing saving me,
Holding me tight enough for me not to break into millions of pieces.
But it was too late for me to realize,
That you are the person who tattooed pain over my body,
You claim that it is gesture of love you have for me,
That I am the only person you want to hold onto as if I am the light of hope.
But your love fills upto the brim,
Choking me to death even when I am physically alive.
However, the only thing I can do is to scribble random words on paper,
Directing my anger to it whenever I feel it suffocating my existence.

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The most beautiful lie that I have been fed is that I love you. So much so that the world seems to vanish.

His intellect and his ability to play with words rightly astounded me, especially when he uttered the words "I will love you forever".

But it wasn't too late before I realized that the promise that he kissed me was a hoax. A lie that he not only fed me but bestowed upon himself too. Just to protect me from getting hurt I reckon.

For this he didn't know that I wanted to be hurt with truth rather than comforted with a lie.

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I truly believe that it is merely a myth.
How self-love is the only golden palm that will make us truly rich.
I want to be like an ever changing sea,
Embrace people's ideas of me that they would like to see.

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Perfection isn't foreign to me.
It is a light in the dark room.
It is tool to bring people close to me.
A mechanism to banish the emptiness in my chest in neverland.
The feeling that I would call loneliness.
It is a burning passion that keeps my soul alive.
To guide people through the forest and to lead them to the real me.
Or the self that I have made just for them.

At times I sneak away from my loved ones with my deep hidden flaws,
To leave them wandering and wondering about the kindness embedded in my heart.
But I believe most of the people fail to see the human in me,
Infecting me with the perfection to make sure that I meet their abnormally high expectations.

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I am tired, more like guilty for killing my time for other people,
Or rather for my own pleasure.
This loneliness is eternal,
A permanent scar that won't go away.
I hide it with my smile just like you hide scares with a concealer.
I hide it enough to make it invisible.
Nobody notices it,apart from the night I spend time with everyday on my bed.
It lovingly embraces me in its company and yet bothers me at 2am.
It bombards me with questions that I had supressed the entire day.
But it is the only thing that understands me which my closed ones failed in terribly.
I yearn to be free, to get rid of constany heaviness in my chest.
So I indulge myself in the responsibilites that my duty brings me,
Drowning myself in work to the point of exhaustion until it calms me down

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अपनों के मोहल्ले में दरबदर मारा फिरता हुँ,
फिर भी इस दर्द-ए-दिल की शिकायत तन्हा करता हुँ।

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थक हार कर तुमने अपनी ज़िंदगी को चार कँधो पर लैटा दिया,
अपने जाने की ख़बर से मेरे दिल की शीशी को छूर-छूर कर दिया।

हवाँ का रुख बदल गया उस रात की गहरी उदासी में,
तन्हाई में तुमने मेरे रूह को हमेशा के लिए तड़पता छोड़ दिया।

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अब इतना क्या सोचना उस बेवफ़ा के बारे में,
मुझे कोई गिला नहीं उसके मुझसे युँ रुठ जाने से।

चाँद की रोशनी में उसकी यादें धुंधली होती नज़र आती हैं मुझे आजकल,
फिर भी मेरा जिस्म तड़पता हैं उसकी अनकही नाराज़गी में।

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