At some point, you're  going to understand
That everything must come to an end.
Not with noise, not with blame,
Just silence, and a heart that won’t pretend.

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कहने को बाकी है बहुत सी बातें,
पर लफ्ज़ खामोश हैं;
क्या पढ़ पाओगे मेरी आँखें?

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अजीब सी उलझन में उलझे जा रहे हैं,
बिन बात ही उलझे जा रहे है।
न सवाल कोई, न तलाश जवाबों के,
बस अनजाने खयालों में खुद को बांधते जा रहे हैं।

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Craving for the things that can
Never be the part of your life.
Like borrowed stars in a stranger’s sky,
Too far to touch, yet too close to deny.

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To make things right again,
It must go through a lot of pain.
Old wounds must surface once more,
Before healing can restore.

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Let me go because I am,
Not able to bear the pain.
Every breath reminds me,
We're not the same again.
I still hold on to memories,
But they only leave a stain.
My smile hides the aching,
My silence speaks your name.
I walk through every moment,
Yet nothing feels the same.
So let me drift in quiet,
Like a whisper lost in rain.
For loving you was poetry,
But staying is just plain pain.
So please let me go because,
I am not able to bear this pain.

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The night sky gleams,
And I just had a dream.
A dream of us, warm together
Like cold and winter,
Where I’m your wool,
And you’re my sweater.
Like heat and summer,
Where I’m the thirst,
And you, my water.
Together as spring and bloom,
Where I am the scent,
And you are my perfume.
Together as clouds and rain,
Where I am the silence,
And you, my refrain.
Together as pages and ink,
Where you are my words,
And I’m what you think.
In the dream we live, as hearts entwine,
And forever we remain, in this dream of mine.

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I told the moon about us,
And it smiled through the stars.
Said love like ours, so rare, so bright,
Even darkness holds it tight.

I whispered secrets to the sky,
Where clouds blushed as they drifted by.
The wind carried your name so far,
Dancing gently with each falling star.

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शहर अपने में खोया रहता है,
न खबर किसी के आने की,
न परवाह किसी के जाने की।
अजनबी से अपनेपन का सफ़र,
मुसाफ़िर तो तय कर लेता है
पर ये शहर अपने में ही खोया रहता है।
हर चेहरा जैसे कोई नकाब हो,
हर रिश्ता बस एक हिसाब हो।
भीड़ है, मगर कोई साथ नहीं,
आंखों में है कहानी पर बात नहीं।
शहर तो चमकता है बाहर से बहुत,
पर अंदर से अब भी कुछ अधूरा रहता है।
शायद इसलिए ये शहर,
अपने में खोया रहता है।

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The thoughts of my imagination,
Where you bloom like a secret poem,
Soft and still in quiet admiration.
Where every glance of yours
Paints my world with fascination.
And in the hush of that quiet creation,
You live in the art of my imagination.

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