मैं मरघट जाकर आई हूॅं
जहां शरीर जलता है
आत्मा का परमात्मा से मिलन होता है
एक अजीब सा सुकून है वहां
अपने आप में ही मिल
जाने का जूनून है वहां
इंसान आग में जलता है
और एक एक लपट से
मोह माया से दूर होता है
वहीं वैराग्य भी रहता है
जो हर रोज़ एक महाकाव्य रचता है
बदन पर राख लपेटे
उनकी आंखों के तेज़ से
हर कोई डरता है
और वो ज़ोर ज़ोर से हसता है
मैं मरघट जा कर आई हूॅं
जहां शरीर जलता है।

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Whenever I tried to break
the chain of "Isolation"
to cherish new relations
that people has fabricated.

They reminded me
why I have been "Isolated".

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Maybe I'm free now,
Free from sad thoughts, although
Sometimes I can't resist and show,
All of it and then end up feeling low !
My own mind is foe,
The weird past memory thoughts flow,
The ones I don't wanna grow,
Still I imagine again and again in row,
While hanging out with friends having cold coco,
Or sitting alone in cafe reading book and having a hot expresso
One side I wanna be independent
Other side I'm slave of my own mind
I think I should be kind,
Kind to myself, nevermind,
It's again my mind
Over flowing thoughts so unkind.
My mental peace is all I want,
But they don't want me, they don't !
Sometimes it's the taunt from aunt,
Sometimes it's a creepy man staring me in restaurant
Other times it's my worst memory plant,
Which at the end haunts.
Everytime I'm on my knees,
I roll my sleeves,
Ready to work on myself for weeks,
Just to find treasure of my mental peace !

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भटक रहा था वो किसी
बादल की तरह ,
हमसे टक्कर क्या हुई,
"आसूंओं की बरसात" हो गई ।

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If not rainwater,
My collar bones are hollow enough
to huddle your tears.

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कुछ इस तरह बदल रहा
मिजाज़ हवाओं का,
कंबल ओढ़ ली तो गर्मी,
ना ओढ़े तो सर्दी लग रही है।

सुकून की तलाश में हर कोई है ,
और जल्दी सबको लग रही है।
फुर्सत से जी लेना चाहते हैं ज़िंदगी,
और दो पल ठहर भी नहीं पा रहे हैं।

बात तो हो जा रही हैं सबसे,
बातें किसी से नहीं हो पा रही हैं।
रिश्तें टूटे भी नहीं है,
और शायद बच भी नहीं पा रहे हैं।

कहने को बहुत कुछ है,
पर कुछ कह भी नहीं पा रहे हैं।
शायद लफ्ज़ बहुत महंगे हो गए हैं,
खामोशी को ख़रीद नहीं पा रहे हैं।

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Past is like an old closet full of clothes,
Which opens with cracking sound.
Some are still new,but some tore.
Some you would love to try again,
But some you never wore.
Some stained with precious memories,
But some stained with dark secrets.
Some smell like positive vibes.
But some smell like painful maim.
Some fits you like a glove,
But some too short to fit your heart.
Yet you don't discard any of them,
You hold on them like you can,
Only survive by grabbing this straw.

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We haven't seen each other for long
But we do know the
depth of each other's soul.
Admiring the beauty in thoughts,
I am lost in this world

Exchanging memes
Making people laugh.
Someone from somewhere,
miles apart from me,
who felt my words.
Turned out to be a good friend
connected virtually.

It's not about skin colour,
hair style makeup and stuff.
It's about who 'they are'
It's about the vibes.

Mocking each other,
Still holding onto them with love.

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Sometimes there is a wave of love in my heart
All I just wanna spread love
But sometimes it's like trap of darkness
And then I just want to end that by not spreading it.
This always make me think,is it okay to be too true to my own feelings ?
Is it okay to express to much?
Is it okay to let the darkness die my heart ?
Is okay to be one I'm pretending to be?
Is it okay?
Or it's just pretending to be okay?

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I wanna be held,
If not loved back,
atleast.

I wanna be held as if I am a broken mirror.

Gently,
But rather more carefully.

For I hold a broken identity for myself.

And when you'd pick up
My scattered and shattered pieces,
While saving yourself
from any minor cuts your hand might get,
I want my reflections,
which I couldn't reflect back,
when you knew me as whole,
To expose all my faces,in those splinters.

For I'll be the best of me,
When encountered for the first time
Keeping the details of the process in the manufacturing,
Hidden behind the silver coat of mine.

For you might not even look at yourself
from my point of view,
And I might left on the shelf,
With no soul looking in me.

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