ना जाने क्यूँ....
दूर जो किया वो ज्यादा लाल है दूर जो हुआ उससे 

हैं दुःख सबके अपने, 
दुखी सभी के अपने, पराये 
पराये लोग, एहसास, सब तरफ भागते 
रोये ज़ार ज़ार, दिल 
है भी या नहीं है शायद 
तू, या मैं, या तुझमें मैं 
मगर देखो...
दूर जो किया वो ज्यादा लाल है दूर जो हुआ उससे 

काला मगर... अँधेरा, 
वक़्त या लहू, जो बस बहता नहीं 
मगर बहता है रगों में 
पानी है? धूल, धूआँ और बस राख़
जला है कुछ तो, क्या मगर 
अंदर का इँसान, या जानवर 
जो समझो, जब समझो 
समझो कि ना जाने क्यूँ...
दूर जो किया वो ज्यादा लाल है दूर जो हुआ उससे

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A slight push,
When I'm crawling back to insecurities
But a firm hand on my back
To stand against everything the world could throw at me
A light tap on my head
To understand my mistakes
And a caressing rub
For all the suffering I've been through
Protecting, pushing, holding, punishing, caring, scolding, but most of all, Loving.
A void never to be filled
Indescribable with mear words, A hand of God he was.

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I might just die
The songs I hum
The words I scribble
Brittle stones, uneven roads
Faint smell of impure sand
The things that make me cry
I know I can't.
I might just die.

Sleepless nights
And cold breeze, freezing blood
A long walk, not by choice
Not a choice, salty water down my eyes
They might just judge
So keep your heart shut
All this emotional drama, oh fudge!
I might, well... I really Should.

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Voices, overheard,
Conspiracies.
Scrawling into the dark
Dark but was, is near future
Clipped wings,
Humming, all but silence
Seething, dying, crushed by self
Gasping, all but life
Life but was, is just the word
Living though was never an option
Lips were sealed, eyes kept shut
It was, A Homicide? — % &

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Enchanted
Loud but were her eyes
Vibrating music tones
But was it really? The music.
A few steps in utter wild
Fingers in sticky mud
But was it really? Worth it.
A deer, or a mirage in all green
Scratches sprayed red paint, wild.
But was it really? A plot, wicked.
Ah! A waterfall,
Rock beneath little toes
A priceless smile and
A POEM.— % &

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Overhyped and overshined shit all over
Slow smoke, Walking down the Aisle the love
Happiness grinning white teeth
The night would awoke Flashy lights, dwelling wine
Teary eyes and 'I do's.
Long back there He stood
As God as the witness With not so Godly witnesses
THE BLACK SHEEP.

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Thins were slutty
Thicks bumped into Prude
Friends and family
Sweet caring people
Every-(bloody)-one wanted her nude
Growing thorns
Fetal, poisoning horns
Her warmth melting into a Rose
Eyes stripping her, shading their value
Tongues drooling, drying their innocence
Yet she stands, Alone
Unhiding, unabashed and uncovering
Nude she was, as she rose, above all
NOT NAKED.

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वो इश्क़ पहली नज़र का तुमको भी हुआ तो होगा
कुछ पल ही सही
तोड़े होंगे चाँद तारे
ख्वाबों में ही सही
खट्टी कैरी यूँ गुड़ सी लगी होगी
या पड़ी होगी मार मगर बस मीठा दर्द याद h
आया होगा ख्याल के
सबके इश्क़ भले हैं मशहूर
हमारे वाले में कुछ और बात है
ख़ुदा को रिश्वत तुमने भी दी तो होगी
भले थोड़ी छोटी ही सही
उसका छुआ हाथ न धोया होगा
या हुए हों जलील मगर बस उसपर मुस्कुराना याद है
सोचा तो होगा कि अब सब जहान तुम्हारा है
ज़मीन पर नहीं होंगे पैर
भले मन में, कहा होगा के अब दिल तुम्हारा है
हँसी सबकी होती है प्यारी मगर उसमें कुछ और बात है
मियाँ मोहब्बत ये पहली नज़र वाली...
हुई होगी तुमको भी... गुपचुप ही सही

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It has been classic,
Crying, raining and screaming silence,
Love has been kind,
But can it prevent self violence?
Healing have been consistent
Smoky ceilings are unvarying
Soul have kept trying stirring me up
And it's here, long, eating stillness
End is here pal.... Hush! 🙂

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Knuckles and week feet
Then would be motors, complex ones.
Edges would be where one flies
There you dropped it.
Right into your chest it lies
The void, slippery feelings
All emotional highs and spilled blood
Was is worth it? The salt and water?
Adrenaline wearing off
Your book just printed half-writ
And now, end?
You would says those 3 words, or stutter?

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