Is it the strength of character
or weakness of heart
to stick around things
that long lost their meaning.
Looking for an escapade
I delved into this
to end up being a prisoner
of few more yearnings.

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Shedding the skin and growing a thicker one
has become an everyday thing now.
Though interstices of innocence creeps in between,
giving madness a few seconds to survive;
but then it's the shrewdness that takes a final bow.

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I don't blame almonds for
clinging me to the memory lane.
'Twas your touch, 'twas your muse
'twas your intoxication,
that made my naive heart feel like a new brain.

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It's good to be true to oneself
but then,
accept others truth too.

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दिल ऐ आरजू ने
कुछ यू हमें अपनी ही जमी पर
मुहाजिर बना दिया,
कि न अपनो ने समझा 
सपनो की उडान को । 
आरजू का ये परिन्दा फिर भी
फड़फ़ड़ाता है, पर
अब घर नही 
बस नयी राह टटोलता है ।

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A day without cellphone !!!

Never knew
listening to a random talk
on Modi and RaGa
would be this interesting.

Never knew
listening to someone's random playlist
humming 60's glodies
would be this entertaining.

Never knew
when my last watch got obsolete.
Felt it's dearth, when asking
random people for time
left both of us wondering.

(Read the caption further)

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You made me a writer,
yes you did.
When together,
words were weaving the magic felt.
When not,
words were dealing with the pain felt.
Now for the blissful me,
words are more of an art now
trading with the ripples of emotions felt.

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I love the madness
of his touch.
Be it the hands or
be it the eyes,
the magic is infectious.
I long for that touch again
and so does he,
but things have changed
and so the situation.
Now the fall has come
and madness lost all its magic touch.

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Writing is neither my passion
nor my habit.
It's a need rather.
A need to end the agony,
a need to regain the lost me
or know the new me.
A need to cherish the soul
or to allay the mind of
randomness & absurdity.

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A throbbing soul of mine
looking for solace, came here.
But the melancholy of this place
disenchanted me, with
every heart pouring out despair.
A broken heart is not always meant to
spill out gloom, folks
life is about to radiate love
not glorifying pain.

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