मीत मोरी तू मन में बसी तो मन से क्यों ना जाए।
"तू प्यार है किसी और का" मन को कौन समझाए।।

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"I wont give up on you"
Such strong words, aren't they?

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Whenever I write something and post it on instagram or whatsapp stories or any public platform, people who know the actual me often start complaining. They often say that my content is plagiarised and that I write stupid things and what not.

Some of the basic comments are
"Bhai tu to poet ban gya"
"Bhai tere se ye sab accha nai lagra"
"Bhai tu gaaliyan hi diya kr, wahi suit krta hai"
"Bhai bohot shayar bn raha hai, dil toota kya?"

And TBH, these make me go ROFL! But guys, no, I know just this one thing ki mere baaju wale ghar ke log bade shaant hain, pr samay samay pr itni zoron se ladai krte hain ki pura mohalla shock ho jaata hai. I really hope you guys can capture the allegory here and for those who cannot, everyone, no matter how stone-hearted or emotionless, there is always a soft corner where the person tends to have childish feelings and I am no different. I try to be the guy the worlds demands me to be, but I know this, that inside, I am still a child who gets hurt at the simplest of things and gets happy in things that others may find illogical. And no matter how many abusive words I use or how shelly I be, inside the shell, there still lies soft flesh.

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And I could hardly hold back
The rolling tear from the right
From the crumbling eye
Filled with sadness and fright

And like a gust of wind
She flew far away
Leaving behind a tearing heart
Leaving behind his self in grey

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गुमराह

उसकी शिकायतों का नगमा चलता रहा
उसकी आवाज़ की मिठास में तू घुलता रहा
शोले उगले उसने, तीर चलाए ज़हरीले,
कटाक्ष भारी बातों को भी सहता रहा,
'कायर', दिल तेरा पर पिघलता रहा।

क्यूं खो गया उसके जुल्फों के अंधेरे में
क्यूं उसकी छाव में कवि तू पलता रहा,
देख जुल्फ़ें अब जंगल सी हो गईं
छाया भी अब ग्रहण सा हो गया
कवि नादान, चुप पड़ा रहा।

उसकी लत ने तुझे बिगड़ा ऐसा
कवि उसकी बातों में फसता रहा
लाख सपने जो दिखाए और तोड़े उसने,
तू रोशनी से गुमराह, गुमराह ही रहा
ज़िन्दगी का दिया फड़फड़ा रहा,
'कायर' बेचारा बेजान पड़ा रहा।

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And I was left there alone,
damned, disappointed,
disdained,
cursing the ice queen,
cursing the cold heart of hers,
wondering,
how i'd always hope for the best
but now it is indeed just a curse,
rotten,
disgraceful, unworthy to be held,
the stench of hope, so detestable.

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Mai ro nahi sakta, Mujhe ijazat nahi
Samaj kahega, ye mard hi nahi
Aasuon ko rokna majboori hai meri
Zillat seh lenge pr rona nahi hai,
Mardangi ko meri mujhe khona nahi hai

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DM me on Instagram @kiro_writes to get published in an Anthology

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उनकी शफ़क़त, उनकी मेहरबानी
मेरी मजबूरी, हमारी कहानी

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