Their heads...bled.
Their lives...lost.
The freedom...mine?

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ज़िन्दगी, बुरी नहीं गुज़री
हाँ, मुश्किल गुज़री है
कोई ख़ास कमी नहीं थी
पर ज़रा तंग गुज़री है

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The in'Aug'uration of festivals:
avataar takes birth,
elephant-God visits,
a 'gust' of devotion
sweeps everyone.

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First love yourself,
fill every pore,
then let it pour.
And yet feel full,
without any restitute.

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The river diverged, the bogie unhooked,
the seed pollinated, the umbilical snipped.
Every detachment is a new journey.

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If you ever find me lost,
do not show me the way.
For in order to find me,
I have to first go astray.

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The roads wet,
edges bearing trees.
I walk barefoot.

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To be
you should kill
what others
make of you.

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Hair dishevelled.
So is the mind.
What am I looking for?
What will I find?

The path is thorny.
My feet astray.
And yet I balance
all the disarray

I see the stars,
but not the sun.
The former soothes me,
the latter burns.

I saw the light,
let out a sigh.
Turned out to be
the devil's eye.

Eyes ignore
when I stand tall.
Faces smirk
when I stumble and fall.

I fall and smile,
for the eyes will see.
The phoenix always rises.
It never flees.

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इश्क़ करना हर किसी के बस की बात नहीं
सिर्फ दिल लगाना है, निभाना किसीकी चाह नहीं
निभाने वालों को क्यों नहीं जोड़ता है रब्ब
क्या इश्क़ का मक़सद बस दिल तोड़ना है रब्ब?

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