She loved all things beautiful,
especially fresh new diaries.
Immaculate and unstained;
untouched by the ink containing
the weight of her thoughts.

So she left them unused and
spent her mind instead.

She did the same with people;
only her happy words falling on their ears,
leaving her woes to decompose
in the bottomless pit
within her soul.

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He chose her insistence
over my discomfort.

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each other,
only in a
parallel universe,
where
romantic love
has a
different meaning.

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Bas itna sa khwabh hain,
hum apna khoon na sahi,
par wajood chhod jaye...

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the loss of a good habit.
Your memory is like
that mixed tape
I received as a gift
with good intention.
Wherever you may be,
I hope you can forget me
in the same way one
recovers from a bad habit.

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I watched you
with affection,
you looked back
in desire.
I yearned
for conversations,
you responded
with expressions.
Being with you
was like singing
to the wind pushing
a fire in my direction.

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Each of you gave me
a song to listen to.

Each of you left,
forgetting me
and the songs.

But I am still here,
listening to the songs;
replaying the parts
where I had caught
our unique melodies.

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On the surface,
it may seem that I was
the one to turn away
but in reality, all I did was
to bring you closer
to the desires buried inside you,
which I knew would make you
leave me one day.
But you see, I've loved you -
without desire,
without attachment
and with nothing
but devotion and care
for your being.
Today, I stand alone
in my pain, with just
blessings for you.

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हम एक बार फिर
कामयाब हुए है,
विषण्णता का भेस
बदलने में।
क्या है ना;
आजकल मेरी ये
खुशी की नकाब
फीकी पड़ गयी है,
अति प्रयोग से।

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neither wearing off
through a patch,
nor a conversation,
nor through therapy.
It is like a vagabond
who came to rest
in the home of our mind
but decided to stay on
without an invitation.

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