Flawless


"Is this for real? Tell me there's a flaw to all this", was asked.

"Maybe we both have our flaws, gaping flaws, in place of wounds, wounds that have dried out and left their scars, wounds of what we've beared, what we've shed, what we've lost, what we've let go.

Scars that now look like missing pieces of a puzzle.

But when we reach out, embrace the other and fill in those missing puzzle pieces for each other,

Maybe that's when we become, Flawless, as one."— % &

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Bamboo

"So, You Love Nature, right?" someone asked.

"Yeah, it's inspiring and giving", I said.

"Like how? Something you can relate to?"

"I guess, Bamboo". Bamboo?

"Yeah. It grows back the fastest when its cut down. Takes care of its surroundings- makes the air around it much cooler and cleaner than other plants. Replenishes the soil around it easily. In drought, drops off its own leaves to reduce its hydration to take care of young shoots around it and even those leaves are nutrient rich and help the soil and plants around it.

It's stronger than steel at times in strength. It's pops and bursts when heated too much. Fearing snakes are around you in the wild? Head for the bamboo cluster, snakes dare not enter there and the cluster acts as your saviour."

"Okay! What's the inspiration?"

"Being like bamboo", I said.— % &

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Got It?

"Got it, or are you up for more?"
Smirks life, everytime.

Everytime when the chains get too heavy too be dragged, and it still goes on to add another bead, another link to it, weighing more than an anchor.

Away it goes then, to relish this sight from its throne,
from where it has watched in aplomb, knights fall of their stallions, kings being dragged out of their chateaus, haughty sages being deprived of their ranks.

To its amazement, he stands there again, dusting his rags, rubbing mud on his wounds.
"Again?!", life exclaims
"Yeh dil maange more", grins the idiot.— % &

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उसपार

उसपार के ख़्वाब देखने वाले मुसाफ़िर,
ख्वाबों के साहिल के ख्यालात लेने वाले,
कभी तो दम ले, जी ले थोड़ा सा आज में,
जो छूट गईं पीछे नहर, जिसने कर दी तेरी कश्ती दामाडोल,
पर दी तेरी कश्ती को रफ्तार, क्यू उसी डगर जाने को फिरता हैं।

आगे आने वाले दरिया के, ख़्वाब क्यूं संजोता हैं।
के वहां जो सुकून हैं, अब वहीं तो जुनून हैं,
जो आया नहीं, जो देखा नहीं, उससे क्यों मंज़र जोड़ता हैं।

जो आज की मुसाफ़िर हैं, यह जो नदी तेरे साथ हैं,
जो साथी हैं इस सफ़र की, इन लम्हों की, तेरी रफ्तार की,
कुछ यादें बना यहाँ भी, देख अपनी परछाई को इसकी गहराई में,
जो तु था जब आया था, और क्या सीखा गए इस पड़ाव की लहरे तुझे,
पूछ खुद से भी कभी, के कब जिया था एक पल अपने संग यहां कभी।


— % &

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दिन


"दिन हीं तो हैं, बीत जाएंगे ये भी।"

से लेकर

"वो भी क्या दिन थे"

के बीच, सब मना ही लेते हैं ज़िंदगी।

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What's Worse Than Facing Defeat?

Developing a monotony to it.

Where each outcome is expected to deliver a downright blow.

And even hope of a remote victory or happiness scares you. As and when if that moment ever arrives, lurking behind it would be the same old foe disguised as a friend, defeat, to drag you back to your reality.

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True Hue

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Escapade

What do you live for, but loath it always
if in the end, it wasn't an escapade

Each day you weep, a drop from the ocean
from it's namesake that lives in you, what the devouts call a soul

A cry of demise, for those ships of calm in it, the tempest that rages in its core when it awakens
But to the sea it's the force, that let's it set free, to rage and mourn the drops it wept, the aura of Poseidon that unleashes the waves, that rise to kiss the abode of Zeus

To the devouts, its the site of horror, as minds fear what they don't fathom
To you, each wave that tears the shore, is a sight to behold, as it crashes against the rocks of pretense, the rocks of civil, avenging each drop that wafted in vain.

When the wrath of order chains it again, the storms subdues for the ships to sail, the ambassadors of pious reap your treasures again.
But only to be wary of the might that lurks in these waves...

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