In the quiet of night, when stars softly gleam,
And memories flicker like an old movie screen,
I wish for a button, a magical shape,
To pause all the chaos and rewind the tape.

To moments of laughter, of love and of light,
Where worries were fleeting, and everything right.
To days filled with wonder, devoid of all hate,
I long for the chance to rewind the tape.

To childhood dreams and innocent eyes,
Where the world was a canvas, a vast, open sky.
To friendships unbroken, forever in state,
Oh, how I yearn to rewind the tape.

But time marches on, relentless and fast,
Leaving echoes of moments, both cherished and past.
So I'll hold onto memories, before it's too late,
And cherish the moments, no need to rewind the tape.

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संघर्षों के बिना क्या हैं हम
हर रास्ते चोट खाते हम
बिन चोट के निशान क्या हैं हम
गिरते संभलते, अक्सर भीड़ में चलते
भीड़ में चल के भी सबसे अलग हैं हम

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कि तुम्हारी बातें अपने तक रखीं
सज़ा इतनी बड़ी
कि हमारा रिश्ता सरेआम कर दिया।

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I realised during my early years
That I was different from my peers
I found joys in the darkest phases
Like walking through fire in my childhood ages
While all were away planning for picnics
I found an opportunity for my dance and mimics
When friends were busy eating those pizza calories
I found an unending peace in yoga and breeze
Never had a chance to bunk schools for some extra fun
But I saw my parents smile at the best dancer award, which I won
When others were living in the fear of missing out
I was happily experiencing the joy of missing out
Missing something does provide you time to enjoy something else
Until you are cast upon by some cruel fear spells
Drag out that fear and replace it with joy
Then witness yourself soaring high, O my boy

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तो एक सवाल मन में आया है
पूछ लूं कि भूल जाऊं
ये दूसरा मन में आया है

कुटिल हृदय में कोमल फूल
खिले हैं कि बस नकली दिल में सजाया है
एक सवाल मन में आया है

मधुर मोहित मुरली की धुन है
ये राग है या कोई ढोंग तुमने रचाया है
एक सवाल मन में आया है

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A voicemail, should I open it, should I not?
What if it has some news that is hot?
But what if it sends chills down my spine?
Something that I'll have to gulp down with a wine?

But is life lived with these what ifs?
Or by tossing it all, standing on a cliff?
I know not if I'll ever be able to do it
But I'm sure I'll earn through experiences, my wit

To experience these experiences, I'm sure I'll have to open this voice mail
Without worrying too much, about what would be the end of this tale
Be it good be it bad
Makes me happy, makes me sad
I'm sure I'll rise above it
And the Bull's eye will surely be hit!

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कुछ पूरी हैं, कुछ आधी हैं
कुछ कहानियां हैं, कुछ सच्चाई हैं
कुछ जटिल हैं, कुछ सादी हैं
रोज़ रोज़ की बातें हैं

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The blue color brings a flush of pink
And the grey makes me pale
The single tick makes me anxious
About ticks and colors is all this tale.

I never knew the color of the ticks I see on WhatsApp
Could wash out or bring in, color on my face
I wish the ticks were always blue like the sky's lap
And my cheeks rosy red in that case.

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I wonder what all can garbage vans collect
Is it just the home trash or our personal ones too it can select.

The biggest of them being ego
Can it help us let it go ?
The second being jealousy
Can it replace that with ecstasy?
The third being immense anger
Can it make that feeling blur?
The fourth being an unknown fear
Can it make only the present so dear?
A few more like these I think
Can it collect them all with a wink?

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ये मेरा दर्द भी कैसा है,
जो मेरा हो के भी पराया सा लगता है

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