कभी सोचा न था
यूं फिसल कर हम उठने लगेंगे
कभी सोचा न था
ख्वाब बिखर कर यूं जुड़ने लगेंगे

कभी सोचा न था
दिक्कतों से हम यूं लड़ने लगेंगे
कभी सोचा न था
किसी की तारीफों के पुल पर यूं चलने लगेंगे

कभी सोचा न था
यूं किसी के जीने का हम मकसद बनेंगे
कभी सोचा न था
उनके जीने से हम यूं मरने लगेंगे

कभी सोचा न था

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वो पूछती है कि हमारी बातों ने तुम्हें शायर कैसे बना दिया

अब उन्हें कैसे बतायें कि ये शायरी नहीं
ये नशा है दीवानगी का
शब्द तो बस एक जरिया है इजहार का
मोहब्बत की कहानी तो उनकी एक झलक ने ही लिख दी थी

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वो कहती है कि मोहब्बत को रिश्तों की दीवारों में क्यों कैद करते हो

ये दीवारें तो दुनिया ने बनाई हैं मोहतरमा
हमने तो बस इनके अंदर जीना मंजूर किया है
ख्वाहिश तो बहुत है बाहर झांकने की
पर बाहर की सच्चाई से डर सा लगता है

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Oh so you can smell the fragrance of that beautiful red rose there? You think it's one of the most beautiful sights in the world. No argument there.

But when you have worked hard to see that rose grow into a beautiful thing and then watched helplessly as it wilted away, you lose a part of yourself with it. The part which told you how beautiful it was. It decays you from the inside, sucking the life out of you until you and the wilted flower become one.

That point, my friend, is when you just stop living. You still go about your life but with no place for useless things like emotions. Smelling the sweet fragrance is an emotion, an emotion which reminds you of the dark past you left behind.

The darkness that surrounds you hides from you a new rose, a new beginning. It tells you that fragrance is a myth. The only thing out there is the horrible stench of decay, of the musty darkness that has engulfed you in its arms.

You need to get out, release yourself from its clutches and smell the fragrance of a new flower in full bloom. Maybe this was the flower for you all along. Maybe. If it is not, the darkness is still there, waiting for the return of its prodigal son.

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The war was fought to break down the walls of autocracy but ended up forcing the walls of "democracy"

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For me, an ideal world is one where we don't think about how an ideal world should be like because the more we get lost in the utopian dream, the lesser we appreciate the reality

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Love is blind, they said

It wasn't a surprise when she couldn't hear the words his eyes spoke

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10. 100. 1000.
The distance kept increasing.

But a mother's heart was never more than a heartbeat away.

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कभी इस समंदर की गहराईयों में उतर कर तो देखो
उन गहराईयों में खो कर तो देखो
सात अजूबे छुपे हैं यहां
कभी उन अजूबों को तलाश कर तो देखो

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Blood isn't needed to wreak havoc

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