to me
death
doesn’t feel like
a barrier
but
an opening.

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"अलविदा ज़िन्दगी"

इन बीच-बीच की जगहों में बसर करता हुआ मैं
कभी-कभी डगमगा जाता हूँ
और अचानक से चीख देता हूँ सब कुछ
मानो बिजली की कड़कड़ाहट हो जैसे

(पूरी कविता कैप्शन में पढ़े।)

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“Existence”

i existed,
existed and existed
until i couldn't
make sense
of my existence
any longer.

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my senses are failing drastically
to make sense of the world
that i almost feel
like my soul is gone
and my existence
comprises of
just flesh and bones.

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i am so far gone that nothing i see, hear, or write—
in the physical or the virtual world—
feels relatable anymore.

depression is one thing.
but i am depressed beyond depressed.
there isn’t a book, a chapter, a paragraph,
not even a single word
that could hold the weight of this feeling.

there is discovery,
and then there is invention.
i have come to believe
that my illnesses are not discoveries at all—
they are inventions.
manufactured ghosts,
fabricated prisons,
haunting me with a logic
that was never mine.

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“just once”

just once
i want to meet her
someplace and
tell her about
the slight change
in the rhythmic beat
of my heart
i felt that very day
while capturing her
in the frame
for the last time.

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“और तो यार, इन मुश्किल हालातों का सामना भी करना पड़ा,
जाने किस ज़माने के थे, जाने कितने ज़मानों से गुज़रना पड़ा...”

"aur tou yaar, in mushkil haalaton ka samna bhi karna pada,
jaane kis zamane ke the, jaane kitne zamaano se guzarna pada..."

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अबकी मुझे रुकना नहीं था,
इस बार मुझे दुनिया से भिड़ जाना था।
तुम्हारे ख्वाबों की ख़ातिर,
मुझे अपने ही ख़ुदा से लड़ जाना था।

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“दीवाल को रंगना: एक लघु प्रेम कथा।”

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when i bleed,
my words scream louder and,
i become
a kind of poet,
i shouldn't be.

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