Shadows do betray,it's all a matter of light ....

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Devoid of dreams,we live to leave ...

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I saw a flickering flame,struggling against the gusty wind,to keep the darkened shanty lit up,
succeeding to peep into the dawn and finally blown off by the dweller....this narration is in context with the most rational psyche and philosophy,it's the utility which binds a given relation,once done,the amalgamation is worn out organically,be the necessity,for being existent ...it goes "कसमें वादे,प्यार वफ़ा सब बातें हैं,बातों का क्या?"

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Embracing death in a haste,at times is the only way out,ad-infinitum pain and the inner suffocation,prepares the fragile psyche for the daredevil act of self salvation,often termed suicide,the cowardice termination,by this vulturous world.when the rising sun traumatizes you,and the twilight entices you,when the darkness pacifies you,and the loneliness is the only company thou have,when your owns,disown you,when you are framed for all your moves,and judged for all your grooves,when your rights become wrong,when you are no more strong,when your destiny decimates you,when your breathe frustrates you,when your prayers go unheard,when everything around you is weird, when self doubt increeps,and life creeps,when open eyelids sets in a nightmare,then you want to shut it,even and fair!....it goes "तुझसे नाराज़ नहीं ऐ ज़िन्दगी, हैरान हूं मैं,तेरे मासूम सवालों से परेशान हूं मैं,जीने के लिए सोचा ही नहीं दर्द संभालने होंगे..."

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I didn't let thou go,thee went on your own,enticed by the compassion of new companion,surfacing just odds in me,submerging the evens,you painted me black,at the behest of your paramour,thou's new armour.Banking on my bluntness,and circumstantial denial,alleging me for every fragile,you walked off agile,
leaving me behind in sheer turmoil.The pathos of a broken relation is that it's devoid of grace,and mutual consensus.It's not that two off them walk off,
usually one glides away and the other clings by the yore...its like "अबके जो बिछड़े तो ख्वाबों में मिले,जैसे सूखे हुए फूल किताबों में मिले...."

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जहां भर से बातें करता है,किसी रोज़ खुद से मिल,के अब तो तेरा अक्स भी भूलने लगा है तूझे।

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जरूरतों तलक जरूरी थे,फिर इक रोज़ फ़जूल
हो गये,तुम तो तुम्हीं रहें,हमीं ऊल-जलूल हो गये।

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Conscious Conscience becomes brazen,when faked and mimicked frequently,introspection gets eroded, self-realization vanishes,
the adulterated and manipulated soul doesn't find itself guilty,
blaming others becomes an addiction,devoid of the self,one gets lost in the miry prejudices,
donning the arrogance,one flaunts the blatant...

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जिंदगी कमाने की होड़ में,ज़माने के इस दौड़ में,सांसें कब गिरवी हुई,खबर ही नहीं।

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Irony of the world is that,buffoons are vociferous,and ratiocinative intellects are quiescent...ergo world is being ruled by the fools...

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