sometimes when you are burnt and hide under the surface ,
(its been a long time since i had things hidden on my hell of a mischieviously-depressed mind).
sometimes when things breaks you down,
sometimes it takes you further closer to healing.-
Ye sab tukdein hain,aur mai in tukdo se apna mahal bnane chla jo in tukdo se milte julte bhi ni..
Ashkon ko rokna bhi kala hai...warna baarish to ho hi jani h inki.
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Mai thak gya huu....
Mai tairta in dariyan pe...doob gya pr pyaasa..
Mai daudta...bhaagu in fizaaon mein..
Giru to utha dena...
Na banna chahu pr jo bn chuka hu kuch aisa sa ki ..khud ko n bhaata ab..
Kb tk mai baitha rhu isi intezaar mein..
K maslo se aage dekh saku us paar mai...
Jahan pyaar h..
Aur bs raazi ho jaun khud se..
Aur sirf mushkurahatein ho chehre pr dikhti..!!!-
I feel like crumbling,
I am alone in the midst of the these goony,unreasonable voices.
Why does light flickers as i enter the room am i that sharp to ur bluntness...
I felt like i never gt loved and then suddenly someone does and i disappoint them.
Am i just a little soul carrying m corpse.
I am now tired of hiding behind a dummy and cry without them tears .
I really feel like crumbling and its a habit now!.-
Insane-
I hope to acheive serenity at the end of every day,
Rather get stuck in the enigma of the 2AMs ,
I want to be thr on time in the day..
But cant find the freedom from me to be thr.
Sane-
Guess i am lost somewhere to be precise..
Yet too lost to call it precise,
Where them words concise..
To be called precise is my new enigma for today😅
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Whenever i feel anxious in night,
I live in a hidden place inside m mind as "hell",
I dont know if its a complex situation,
Or the resultant of m memory conflicts.-
Marz e bayaan kru to kisse...
Rutha h rab bhi mera,
Sajde m rkhu m saza kr lamhe ye..
Darz h hisaab bhi isme tera
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Ab na Khwaab dekhu, khwahishein sochu..
Khushiyan mile to unhe batoru..
Agar din khush sa dikhu to..
Samjhna aaj toota sa hu..
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Ye nahi maloom kyu hai,
Bas itna maloom hai
Ki mai is muashre ka darpan..
Aur hum ghum hain.-
I will decorate my every poem with feelings.
But my heart will further decide whether to open the door for the feelings to come out or to keep it closed.-