"When a thing disturbs the peace of your heart, give it up."

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A letter to my own soul

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Neend bhi ab kuch aati hai to saath aisi rishwat le kar

Jise socho din bhar khwaab me wahi aata hai nazar!

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Sona bhi ab dil nhi chaahta hai mera

Tum khwaab me kyu nahi aate ho aaj kal?

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Today,
I realized why they call it a "rib cage".

People tease and make fun of its prisoner,
i.e. these feelings!

And they call it love,
When an intruder,
i.e. another prisoner enters the same cell
i.e. this heart
it somehow becomes an art!

And when they're broken
and they feel, the pieces of their hearts
have driven them apart,
i.e. when both of them think they are now freed...

That's when the real punishment starts! ✓

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Jo dil me aaye use hi sach maan lena
Kitna aasan hai khud ko khuda maan lena

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These street lights
and the dark dense clouds.

Both of them,
complementing & praising
each other's beauty and doing their duty.

One
spreading light;
defeating darkness...outside.

Other
mystifying mood;
defying darkness...inside.

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In jazbaaton ka mere bhi
Ab kuch khayaal kar lo naa

Jiska jawaab sirf tum ho
Aisa koi sawaal kar lo naa!

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Her emotions
possess the key
to her soul, her heart.

Unraveling them
may take time,
for it's kinda rare lost art.

That's why
you just can't see
her beauty
in the very first glance.

She wants you.
You to be easygoing.
Yes! That simple is
her definition of romance.

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And the ones
who always cry only in their thoughts.

These words exist
to deduce their tears into poetry.

And poetry exists
to keep them forever in records!

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