IN A STATE OF WAR

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[Feel the spring]

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-mould-

I grew up in the mould
You slid me in,
But I never was a fit.
The hands were stiff and straight
The legs couldn't move.
Muscles cramped,
But never tried to push the walls above.
Comfort was far from reach
As you grew up into teen,
Adolescence brought with it
The pains of misfit deep below the skin.
The playful heart didn't want to stay
The mind would want to leave,
I held on to the walls of mould
As it saved me from the dreads.
Like a doll moulded in shape
Like a picture framed
With muffled sobs
Of the heart that cries
Lent in to the harsh bruises,
Until the light saw through.
No wonder when my brain growing
Full with knowledge and songs,
It rebels against the rusted walls
And tries to break free
For the colours of world it longs.

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पा ले तू ऐसा फतेह
के समुंदर भी तेरे प्यार से डरे।

--- आयुष्मान खुराना

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-[ Blatantly Vintage ]

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Be, and it is.

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A knock on my door and,
I opened into a garden of bougainvillea.

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We sleep, they weep to despair.
Among the clouds they had kept their dreams,
Now burnt to ashes.
The demanding cries of kids
Were silenced, with one blow.
The city that was a chaotic dance,
Said, "I end the show."
World proves to be a hell.
Dearth of attention, lying among the blue
Syria needs you.

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Love is the Sun,
And how it sets.

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Tere qurbat ke intazaar mein
Hum befikr nasheman chod gaye
Teri tabassum ke khwab mein,
Hum qaafila sawaar ho gaye.

Kuch tishnayi thi, kuch the justajoo
Rifaaqat ke khwab mein,
Hum musalsal dhundne chale gaye.

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