Don't let your innocence fade away.
You appear more beautiful that way.

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Mohabbat mai koi sharat aajaye
toh mohabbat nhe soudah hojata h_
Haan koi shehar h
jaha mohabbat ki khareed-farokh nhe houti_
Zindagi uski musalsal shartoun p he mustaqil thi_
Goya mohabbat us k lye nhe bani thi_
Kya he hoga_
Jo tera reza reza houne se pehle,
mai he toot jao_
Kya he hoga_
Jo tera, mere yun kareeb houne se pehle,
mai he dhoor chala jao_
Mohabbat naa jata k, mohabbat nibhana_
Kya mohabbat nhe?
Kahi jaa k tjhe gr ilm na ho paaya,
ki kya h_
Toh mehboob k Mehboob se jaa k puch,
iss mai kya raaz h_

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Not every question is a good question.
Some questions should be left unanswered.
And, not every question is meant to be asked.

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None is torn in the epochs of silence.
In silence there is completion.

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A threshold is always there for everything and when the same is crossed, a road to new journey begins, always.

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Let me burn in this fire.
Either,
to ashes I'll turn
Or,
something invaluable I'll reform into.

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For me silence is a remedy.

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When my youth had to bloom,
i left it to wither in carelessness.
Now, tell me_
Will my youth be returned to me?
Shall I grow again as a new?
Assure me with tommorow.
Yes, I'll see it, say it to me.
Before I'm perished,
tell me You'll embrace me.
This youth was nothing but a mirage.
I reached it, yet the thirst never faded.
How my thirst wouldn't be still there.
I looked for water, but in desert!!
Tell me,
You'll nourish me with the Heavenly wine.
I'll bloom again like living raised from a dead.
Miracles will surround me, as i have read about them.
Promise me with all this,
before my journey, to the world new will start.

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A lot of her unuttered.
The unseen in her yearning eyes.
If only one could have seen.
Thence might have known one.
Calm and chaos beautifully blended,
Bewildering around everyone.
Treasures exposing inexplicable.
If only one could have understood.
Unveiling the secrets.
The ones actually were naught.
If only one could have decipher.
The niche of her book everywhere.
The readers sight might be missing then.
Smooth like wax her heart, wick made of soul.
Yet nobody saw the burning her.
Then darkness might not have endured anywhere.
Seen by many yet an unknown.
One could never claim to know her.

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This world can never fulfill
my desires, my needs.
And How can it?
When my Only Need,
my Only Desire
is fulfilling this world.

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