"Is my attention on loving,
Or is it on who's not loving me?"

As I read these lines, I add-
Or is it on who else is being loved?

I learn -
Love in its most selfless form can exist in isolation, it does not require anything, no support, no assurance, no expectation, nothing at all. When it gets intertwined or supported with other things, somewhere it loses its purity and becomes a transaction.

Love is selfless, it is formless...

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Last time you left,
I was a little hurt.
थोड़ा मन पर थोड़ा तन पर,
You were aware,
थी तुम्हें खबर
but you never asked anything,
aloof and away as always
as you were also a bit hurt.
Conscious choice, conscious denial,
chose aloofness over trial.
Why did you try me?
Didn't you think even once about me?
As I felt once again-
Was I ever really there?
Or was it just that, I too was there?

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you appear in my thoughts.

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Just... Memories.

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I fall, I lift, I grow...
Now, I love my wounds.

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ख्वाहिशों का क्या है, वे तो बेहिसाब है
लगाम तो हकीकत लगाती है...

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I am not judged, for being myself!

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हर रिश्ता हसरतों का मोहताज है
इश्क के ज़माने और थे...

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I think of you,
to not think of you,
convinced I am free.

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हमने अपना दिल उनके नाम कर दिया
हम उनके दिल में मेहमान ही रहे
उनके साथ अपनी शख्सियत को खाक किया
पर उनके हम पर एहसान ही रहे

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