He always resided in you
Were you in Yogmaya?
Once again he has to come
As a festival,
As a celebrity,
Will you invite him this time?
To let him stay inside you?
Will today’s occasion just be celebrated for one day?
Why wasn't Ram Navmi celebrated every day?
Charitra can't be cleaned overnight!
Then how taking his name once in a lifetime
Cross the fire of karma you’ve built?

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Khamakha yuh soch liya ki
humse bhi koi pyaar karega
Khamakha yuh soch liya ki
Humare aansuyo ko koi ghar kar lega
Khamakha yuh soch liya ki
Apna bhi aashiyan hoga
Khamakha yuh soch liya ki
Koi do dukh humare bhi baant lega
Khamakha yuh soch liya ki
Hum bhi ek din muskuraenge
Khamakha soch kar aaj khudh
Se hi aise rooth gaye hai
Ki aaj agar waqt palatkar
Zindagi de bhi de
Tabh bhi hum khamakha
Maut ko hi gale lagaenge!

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My broken Love Story
Love was also when he decided to leave unsaid
He called it love for years and just turned and left
Love was also when he celebrated all the days
While she cried awfully till she gave up on her breath
Love is not wicked, wretched are the hearts that beat after their remorseless actions
Love is when she silently drops a tear and folds her hands after pleading and pushing
Let karma be the might of his gushing spirit
When he was a dagger to someone’s heart
Let alone the dagger stand at his rueful art!

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I lost my Brother to Adulthood
I lost my Brother while growing up
I lost the thread that wove the beads together
I lost my brother to humankind
I lost him;
While each one of us was finding our paths
I lost my brother when he didn't know mine
I lost him when I wasn't included in his.
I lost my brother to his wife
He is lost in the crowd with the promise
Of being the second father to me
But couldn't be even a brother as the blood had bound us
We thought it to be sacred. I lost him in his thoughts
I lost him forever.
With this forever realization I know I have lost yet another of my fingers.

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That's getting constantly pulled,
I’m flabbergasted to sit & pen down
the uncanny events in the History of India
I fail to see the change
Through the seepage of the boundaries
that is teary apart screaming for humanity
Decades after decades, all is lost!
Our poems, National Song, Best lyrics
Tell us what India has given!
Tell me, oh my hands
What have I given to the Nation?
I couldn't even bind the tricolour
to my bosom. I couldn't notch
to someone’s suffering.
The dreadful Human that I’ve become
To celebrate the obscurity of Humankind.
Man taking man’s means!
Children still going on an empty stomach
Women are still deserted
Innocence is still sold
Parents are still dejected
76 years - describe the independence
When both humankind and nature
Are in the clutches of their own survival.

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A Suicidal Note
I mirrored myself in him
I cried beneath every star that crossed the sky
I cried under every full moon
that coloured the sieve of his love.
I adopted his identity
and gave my fraternity.
Every drop of tear crossed the syllable
I weaved into the thin line of our relationship
Amidst winding my hopes high to receive him
I dropped the idea to ask him
whether would he choose me enough?
Over everything that we were fighting?
Amidst the fight, I forgot the proponent.
I had created an image that was his
when he was actually beyond the world
he created without me.
Unknown but still overlooking the facts
I moved ahead with my appetite
receiving hefty blows year after year
Each time fell with a thud, I still believed him.
204 days have passed, and the silence around me
positioned the void that fills itself with numbness
My ultimate realization
to see turning every smile into the scar
that would grow on my love
and on your soul.

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When you’ve seen many seasons alone
You know the obscure nights...
Where you veiled your thoughts into tears
You know the pessimistic Clement...
Where you combat your inner voices from overpowering you
Now, you don't want them
Because they have given you enough time alone
Where you either get tired or get used to
Live without them...

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Do we need to celebrate women?
Why is she signified to nature?
While a nine-month borne
Why does it belong to other gender?
Fragile, degraded and discarded
You always want to win over,
Why does a woman envy other?
How is a man not a woman inside?
How manly a woman is accepted?
To reign, she must claim
The seat next to her spouse,
What will happen if the man does the same?
It's celebrated as every colour faded.
We fight ourselves, not to rise above you.
We fight the world, we celebrate this day
Because you need a remembrance
That we fight our seven days; nine months, and disclaimer
What you put us through everyday
Yes we are fools because we go by what you say
Live our identity, to pacify your way.
If even once you live in our day
I’m sure you would concede the solidity.

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Challenges mock you at distinct hours.
It preaches to follow sovereignty,
Not at the hands of the doer
But through the mouths of the inexperienced.
It mocked me...
When I was preparing at my brightest hour
Deciding the colours of my drape
The ardent glory;
That would have adorned me,
Rather pallid it to ash.
The long awaiting gaze
Was swept by the wailing shadow,
Along with the fickle vow
He had pledged when we met years ago.

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The colour of my love is white,
It will come with peace
Or the cerecloth
And I will be released.

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