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Under the moonlight I'm eating up all my expectations, emptiness, inner peace and soul.
To fill my stomach and sleep well every night.
Coz a crying stomach never lets you seek rest in peace.

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Pretending to know someone
is an art and less are acquired by this.
trying to heal you up fast, is my concern.
and if that make you hate me
I'm ready to absorb all your hatred
And leave, after the job is done.
And I'll end being a
stranger again...

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ye vakht kisi ka saga nhi,
ye vakht bada kamal hai...,
isko pata sab hai
aur banta anjan hai..,
ek pal tumhare saath hai...
agle hi pal tumhe ye bhul jaye...,

ye vakht kisi ka saga nhi
ye vakht bada baiman hai...,
ye hai bada sharati, shayad
isski ye hi phechaan hai,
na hokar bhi tumhara ho jaye
hokar bhi tumhe chor jaye...,

ye vakht kisi ka saga nhi,
ye vakht bada chalak hai...,
aaj teher gai hai duniya
badi ashaarriye janak si baat hai
kya ye bhi is vakht koi nai chaal hai??

hum toh hai mehez piyade
ek dam seedhe sadhe..
vakht badal ke roop apna
chalta hamesha thedi hi chal hai...
ye vakht kisi ka saga nhi,
ye vakht bada kamal hai...,

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I'm tired of hearing, a man never cries
we all are fighter's,
I agree to your lies
getting trained in our own circles.
ornaments I received, made me bleed
fright grew with the time
torn my sleeves in the name of lord.
heart recites sorrow behind a smile
my mind is numb, just a body
with a timid soul.
Im week in my knees, maybe a
puppet for the show. But,
I turn out to be a patience soul.
now its fading fast
my cheers for life seems to past
No, don't you worry,
If this what is offered
then so be it,
just keep filling me with light, as
portrayal of being happy
is difficult with a
decease soul.

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Dear...,
We all are tired, we all are messed up,
we all do things which are categorised in good or bad.
And apologizing to everyone disintegrates
the manner of our speaking either good or bad.
Just induce your beauty in the miraculous persona of nature.
Much love.

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humans
different minds
strong or weak
muscle or skinny
standing
on the platform
called struggle
finding
pilgrimage
In this world
through money.
is money what defines
a Man ??
what if, the beginning stumbles
and the road is broken??

those
who are rich!!
do they live till
eternity
coz I see them in
split screen..
resemblance they have is huge
but
their world is
just a puke
their happiness may last long
money has that power
and yes
they don't live long.

trapped in a mirage
that only glitters
and turns them bitter.

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And i fell in a honey trap
Down the road, Someone
Walking in grace,
Exquisite you.
proximities of us
is far beyond these galaxies,
But, your behavior hides
the truth.

You, blessed with amazing beauty, and
I, the odinary from the crowd,
But I'm happy now,
When the angel stares at me,
power you hold,
Beholder is me.
in stealth you peek,
turns me bleak.
Ohh see.!!,
I did fall.
misery,
coz I'm only half dead,
But bleeding free.
As this will last long,
and you won't come along.
But, the chances play a game
It gives hope.
this poison in my head
keeps chasing new high
I, waited for signs
when you look in my eyes
bit blurry and disguise

the beauty of your face
the hope under my eyes
the scarlet in my wrist
the smile on your lips
everytime
instigates me, to fall
in your
Honey Trap.!!

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all of us
Drifting slowly,
Oh darling!!
but I'm there
Running after you,
To be or not to be,
It's just you!
far or close,
I leave that on
You!!

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All i could hear,
just a sound
break this rhythm
mumbling in my town.

Daintily you came, waving hair
broke the loop,
from the woods, fresh air
called me

something out of blue,
Held me with no clue,
whether Stare, or
talk to you.

lost in your charm, with
you in my arm, as
It's a dream, what
I hope to redeem.

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